Good morning, sunshine
I’m feeling warm today and I think
It’s got something to do with the
Subtle glow of the faint words
Which rest on the translucent screen
I swizzle my dirty blond hair in
Front of the mirrors and pout attractively.
Am I beautiful? He certainly thinks so.
I go downstairs, plastic in my hands
To feed the fish who suck sticky
Skin clean off the blood worms.
Those were yesterday’s messages
But fortune tells me that today’s
Will be even better!
I consult the glass and I read,
It’s unfortunately, finally,
The End.
