Some days, you just know are gonna be shitty.
Some days, you wake up, eyes crusted open,
and you can tell right away it’s all going to go to fuck.

Some days, it’s not so clear.
Some days, you can’t predict the awful that’s coming your way
until it slits the pustules on your back
the pus proving to be poison
which, when streaming down your legs,
leaves bloody streaks to remind you
of this day’s character
for an indeterminate age.

Same days are easier to recognize than others.
This day, I dunno.
Yesterday, though,
yesterday was pretty damn clear.