1.30.17: 10:15 pm

oh for the days
when you cld bitch
abt the weather, the
water-temp, the ramen
noodle joint, the rats
in the trash, on the
subway tracks, oh
for the days when you
could write a simple
lament: my friend nicki
died today--in her last message
she quotes:
'we shall overcome'--
you wanna say, ' yes,
we can,' but the barometer
drops to 28 tonite,
and the moon is in last
quarter