Today is just another day
Of staring out my window
Into a world of unkept backyard and
Raggedy black cats.

It’s just my luck, I guess,
To be vitamin-D deficient,
To be lacking in most of the things that
Used to make a human whole.

Give me something good, will you,
Something magical and orange
Soda crush-y with mint julep on the side,
Like fallen star
                             s
                                  ,

Or teenage love and snapped guitar strings,
A seven-boy band purloining Earth
And all its sun-kissed music—
Will you La La Love me,
                           Or love me will you not?

But it’s just another
Beautiful day in the neighborhood
In the house on the street where someone died
Last year, or maybe
This year too,

The only new thing
Being the hazy reddish sun,
A demi-god promise for a better life—
Forget the Bud Light and the bistro and
Leave the cleaning up to me.

Wash me            in fire.
Wash me burn   into a horizon.
Wash me bleed into the ashtray

Of a sky-baked afternoon
And gaze at my starlit body from the windfall.

Breathe me in
to the air.

Breathe me good,
                              Breathe me brave,
                And try not to choke.