Collective social hangover 🫥
the warm and fuzzies feel like guilt when the globe is warming up
Heyyaaaa, what a week, huh? how have you been? My poem response to Kelly’s piece from last week (which was also a helluf a week) is inspired by a certain president’s comments about his (lack of) erectile dysfunction which have been haunting me for a month, the fact that I’m v tired and am not allowed to complain about it, and the overall negative vibes we Brazilians are having to fight to keep the parties going (i have 3 this weekend) and try to enjoy the first days of spring sunshine.
Collective social hangover
once upon a time we thought things happened instantaneously but dis truction took more than one birthday party wax on the frosted cake printed lip on plastic cup of hair of the dog keep ‘em going and coming alit how many candles does it take to a fireplace make the warm and fuzzies feel like guilt when the globe is warming up can’t complain when it gets cold or the temp eventually drops cause the night is an old man I refuse to let come.
Thx for bearing with this sad and Brazilian during this election; if you know a Brazilian, your poetry prompt is to hug them on Sunday, cause we are sweating and crying and our nail beds are history.
Also, keep your eyes peeled for a PTK special announcement coming soon!
Xoxo
L
A belated hug. I think your poetry helped.
I hope it did.
dis truction. love breaking words into sylls and prying on them. i call it a james joyce hangover. poem is nicely done. my few poems on substack are filled with questions about hunger for meaning and the horror it takes on. alas.