abnormal pineapple day.

dancing in the dark
in
a lutheran church basement
with
stars floating around my head
and
in my eyes
and
under sweaty armpits.


typical, brooklyn.


booking a flight
to
bangkok
in the middle of the night.

and

mixing chemicals
to kill roaches.


singing
saves the day
with the pizza guy
unapologetically.


achy body
and
the smell of
eucalyptus.