All day I spent feeling Friday the 13th
it was an ominous day
something bad is to happen
yet every day something bad happens
this time it felt specifically aimed at me
mass hysteria
→ though the winds rocked the yellowed leaves of the branch trees â†
→ doomed to decry the fall â†
→ whilst the gray clouds floated aloof â†
→ and the puddles from last nights rain â†
→ reflected the air passing by to whowhereswhere â†
→ the office continued with its normal routine â†
→ hate hovering about â†
→ pretending everything is ok â†
→ sniffing a wift of wellness â†
→ outta the fluorescent-lit office corner â†
→ writing this so-called poem â†
→ yeah, Friday the 13th is out to get me. â†
by a tijuanense xicano: identity, religion, a dab of politics & wads literature @ 2¢ a pop – exegete at large