Working class lullabye




lost wallet out of your pants biking home

with EBT card and $100 to your name

means

I keep saying

it's gonna be okay

it's gonna be okay

in that mindless brain-stem rhythm

bred into me







cut hours

and $30 in the mahmoud darwish book for rent

going to the free queer clinic

and selling your father's watch

rent party

and can I come over to use the washer cause I'm broke

means I keep saying

you're gonna figure it out

you're gonna figure it out

cause what else can I say




cause saying it

means it's gonna happen

cause it's a prayer

intention follows thought

rhythmic

and repetetive

a lullabye

that lets us get some sleep

in the bed we still own

as times continue to be hard

and sweet

because no promises

but our thin skin scamming greyhound

sharing a 92 accord

getting through