I was gonna write something
I was supposed to clean my altar
I was going to talk to You today
I was gonna go to the gym
I was going to read my book
I was gonna lay down.
Instead I almost tripped you
you were mad—–for whatever reason
I went home and tried for pupusas
I got my bag and some thrown out books of damn good writing
And I wrote this, just now.
It is nothing.