Ode to ya'll

idleness, the chair

I uneasily sit in

time, the bottomless

glass I sip from

boredom, the friend

I wrote to advise that

I can't keep our prior commitment

words, the bowl

of chips I snack on

poetry, the spicy salsa

I dip from, yes double dip from

365 days, the vodka

to loosen my lips

to pour out my soul