i felt ‘machiavellian’ this morning when i slithered out of bed
i looked through my bedroom window and thought ‘machiavelli’ and i whispered ‘machiavelli’ then swallowed and felt ambivalent i pictured myself dressing and walking in slow motion into public then i saw a seagull in the air and felt sad thinking ‘panama city’ i stood up, pissed, showered, shaved, and rode the train to work later i felt bad for not feeling bad for thinking ‘you clumsy cunt’ when i witnessed a white chick slip hard on a patch of black ice