It is an average day.

I am on a street walking

Shin stalked sudden steps.

There are men

Three quaters human

Also crawling.

 

Some faceless women

Laughing at shade

Parading hip steady

In a fake tan marathon

To make ugly girls

Feel ten again.

 

I blink at the sky.

My hand,

A makeshift sun umbrella.

Crouch my brow.

Sit and think.

 

What a day to disappear.