Playing 19
one of the happy bits, @snapshotsteve

2017 started with
dancing drunk.
she and i were broken up and faking it,
at least she was.

the ball dropped–
on my fucking face

what a start, what a start

i cried in my mother’s arms
my brother’s arms
my puppies’s paws
i cried playing video games
i cried to the musix

doo doo doo so sad so sad la la la so sad

2017 eased up on me a little
gave me a car in my name
a job
and a new best friend.
it gave me rhythmic thoughts
and the drive to translate them.
it gave me some of my favorite memories
in this life,

thank you ’17!

’17 figured it could fuck the sad out of me
13 different attempts to be specific,
i don’t remember half their names;
trying to medicate with ha ha has
and hoe hoe hotels.

self-destructive and selfish

2017 had a lot of funny jokes, like:

a shot and a pill did

you were the last person i got sick.
i felt so bad, i figured i’d go celibate
for the rest of my life,
but you never left my side
and I don’t know why,
but here you are, 3 months later.

my last gift from ’17

©Steven Cuenca


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