When Sunday
doesn’t feel like Sunday anymore
’cause it’s 2 A.M. and I’m
not even a little tired,
and the phrases
“existential crisis”
“everything changes”
loop slow through my mind,
I know
I’m about to dive
off something stupid high;
marvel at my
death-defying transformation act.


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