It's a Friday

and I’m tired.

Well,

a half lie.

You’ll read this on Friday but I write it on Wednesday and I am tired today.

But I see no reason to not be tired Friday as well.

My apartment is so hot,
I sit on the floor to try and escape it.
Sweat into my carpet.
Leave an ass print next to the table.

I sob lightly.

Can’t discern sweat and tears.

6/9/2021