playlist: the unmakeable playlist for twenty-four

in the way — of the days — where the world
is ending, and it is felt. palm trees shaken and soured
the electric lines stretched to aesthetic,
to taste. the atmosphere — awaken slovenly —
and the limp help of the dawn. the cat we do
not have, curled around the television and
eternity: summer night in october,
and heat. I said, I will call this playlist
“cashmere sweater and alcohol dabbed
on the interior wrist.” he said, when you feel
thirsty do not lay there and suffer
you must get up
you must drink.