leaving tomorrow

by My Self : The Muse

I will die someday

(and it might be today —

though I mostly intend to continue

petting my lap-cat and

listening to his contented purr

writing a few more lines

and then the usual —

a toothbrush

vitamins

wash-up

yoga pants

yesterday’s t-shirt

navel gazing

eye mask

then drifting off…

and I definitely plan on waking up tomorrow too

repeating some version of whatever else and so on…)

Anyway, I think the point was

I will die some day

and the awful truth [sic]

is that day

most assuredly

will look pretty much like today

and the next

most assuredly

will look nothing like tomorrow

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