Tonight's Poet Corner: Date And Time
Date And Time by Belinda Roddie It's gotten to the point that we crave Taco Tuesday the whole damn day and it's actually Wednesday to the point where Good Friday was actually Good Saturday, and Sunday was rainy, but Monday was sunny, so it fucking felt like it was Sunday. While the clock keeps ticking, the calendar takes a massive rip from its bong, smoke evacuating its mouth like frantic people fleeing from a plague. "This shit's way better than I thought it'd be," it loudly opines. And after a while, Julius will share a tea time with Augustus, and September and October will actually be numbered properly again, and Christmas will take place on Valentine's Day, and I don't know how old I am anymore.