Angelic

By nine o clock
I have to die
for the plants
it’s sunday night and
the pressure is off
cats by the window
as the sun sets
yellow petals
lie in between each
blade of grass
the fear of missing out
is over
all that is left is water
and black paint
i wait for that
last message
on a stoop
it’s a midsummer
city day
and you’re perfect

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