Good Morning

surpassing my daily intake of bullshit
by the time the pillow has been turned
and I find
that I'm as lonely as I was last night
and in need of a cigarette.

but it's a sick day
composed of tissues and bathroom breaks
and I realized how I like to contain
the emptiness
that I hold on to
in dry fishtanks
and boxes filled with bare pill bottles.

the worst part is
my nose is red
and I feel like a pissed off rabbit
because people can see me
through the windows
and I'm too lazy
to hop away.