My meloncholy is all pink
but I spit out the seeds,
let the juice dribble down
on my shirt, and I’m not washing the shirt.
Come as you are
said the wise-ass but wise nurse
ten seconds after I was born.
I am going to take my tears
and wipe squeaky all my windows.
Nothing and no one is going to hold me down
this year, especially not me.
I’m not gonna get fucking held down
or any other year
they throw at me.