Dark Night of the Soul, Prudence Gendron & Naf Leri, Drawing, 2019

I’m shedding friends like eyelashes
It’s like I never left middle school
Once again turning a shade of asshole
In front of a crowd of inspiring sex workers
I’m afraid to check this voicemail from God
My community a bitter medicinal herb
I’ve heard of this special place, rock
I never thought I’d be wearing its t-shirt

In this dark knight of the sole
I’m experiencing many bad vibes
I’m experiencing alienation and I’m not even working
I’m needing you in questionable ways
A shame machine running on mascoline
As vulnerable as a newly minted human
Please talk to them!
I’m ready to be more
than an allegorical
human toilet