Monday Morning by Stephanie Skaza

I got a dirty bowl of three month old Ramen noodles
soaking up death right in front of me.
Baby buster is lickin’ crickets off my feet
and I can tell you truthfully, there is not a care in the world
that can ruin the chewing gum doldrums day marathon that has been going on since the middle of last September.
Do you remember late December
and how I got the “Christmas peeps,” the dirty disease that made me
neeeeeed to see what was inside mommy’s closet?
I swear Mother Teresa on Saint David I came THIS close to it,
and I can not express the desire I have to reach my special days that I usually can only discover after midnight, at bed time,
when the baked boogie man stumbles through my window to come spoon with me, all furry.
Vision blurry and my toes are becoming crippled and crippled still, bone chilled baby, just cradle me!
There is such unexplainable beauty in the
warm deformed monsters sucking up sweat at me.