Happy I have more dreams than dollars day.
The news teaches me how to sever a map and sell it day.
I’m going to build a tiny house in the mud of my student debt.
Catch a catfish. Happy everything is fried but we’re still eating it day.
From the internet, a mildly scientific study where I definitely die
of cancer if I keep drinking this way, and it’s only Monday.
The store on the corner of 3rd has shotguns in the back shed. Let’s buy
a fifth. Fuck in the parking lot for background, backroom, backseat day.
My friend with crooked teeth says he doesn’t know who to vote for.
Happy there’s a reality show for everything nowadays day.
There’s a coal mine in my mind. A stock photo I bought. One dollar.
A small price to pay for there were no droughts like this last decade day.
I will kiss you on the mouth on national television. I will imply a lot more.
Happy I’m afraid to admit how many empties I’ve traded for change day.
A firework leaves the poverty line. Makes the distant cityscape drip
with light like a painting that hasn’t dried. Happy I hope it will one day day.
Sell me a dream with my name on it, a campfire under this occasional clear sky.
Its emerging stars, I need to believe, belong to my country. Today, just today.