Tommorow I'm going to go to Race Street Friends.
I will wake up early.
I will buy tokens.
I will NOT DRIVE.
I will wear suspenders,
If only to suspend my amythest haze.
I will plan only what is needed for movement.
I will get lost.
I may get found (blight?)
I will look up the definition of blight.
I will be parted
down the seam and not
question where I am carried
even if it is experimental.
I will love the music of
those I find
I will rest
I will keep my eyes open
to the rain
to the shine
I will flux with not knowing
I will double up with
myself and the other
I will wear no underwear.
I will pause to think
about the fact that I am not
wearing any underwear.
I will be frantic.
I will be hysterical.
I will be fine.
I will be beautiful and see that beauty
I will celebrate like it's my birthday
I will wear my birthday suit
urgently momentarily
I will eat cake
I will wear my mother's slip
with pride
I will think of baseball.
I will catch asteroids and
send them on their way
as shooting stars.
I will be
I will be
fine
alright.
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