monday

i’m a sleepy baby 

wearing crooked shirts 

and my hair looked 

okay in the front 

but apparently could house some 

rats in the back 

and why do they call it a “rat’s nest” anyway?

i wore lipstick 'cause it’s monday 

and i’m conflicted about recovering 

from the weekend or diving into work 

half-assed, full moons  

have their way with me 

it’s not like my body’s a match for the mass 

or the speed with which the spinning globe i’m standing on 

and the night light circling it 

waltz around each other 

so i’m caught up in this space-dance 

my cadence a little frantic 

my mind a little lethargic 

my body a little like a puddle, but with blue jeans on 

so help me space god