Maeve Abyss | Writer | Performer

i made money off of poems

at 26. A heaven moment,

so i went to the shop

and i bought cat litter

make-up remover

and oranges

so my cat can shit peacefully

and i can undo my identity

before i sleep.

i am growing up

which means

i have to understand the power

between my thumbs

of when i text you

“are you up?”

which means

immediacy 

is not really good for me

which means

i need to take my time

to learn things, patiently

to type poems 

sitting down

with a ball point pen

and not during

a work meeting

so i can buy things

for my cat

for myself

buy things

and fall into disgust at them

finding my shadow

casting spells 

at the center of the

serpent that eats itself

hell is an endless strip mall 

promise, discount.