Apropos of Nothing, Monday at 3:45pm

i want to smack you

so hard, your ears pop

i want to smack you

so hard, your clothes come back in style

and your thinking goes out of fashion

i want to smack you

so hard, you fast-forward to the middle of next week

past your next three mistakes

inevitable as the waning moon

i want to smack you

so hard, right in the mouth

that your momma feels it in the dark parts of her brain

like the guilt she bears

for bringing you into this world


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