"Panic Attack On The Tuesday After The Crickets Play Us Out In Chicago" by Timmy Sutton
O atrocious
heart of endless crisis,
could you chill out
for like two seconds?
I was supposed to
do laundry today,
but again that impossible parade
of small miseries banging
their drums and wailing on trumpets—
how does one shut the window
to music? Even when
they’ve heard the song
encore before? Let me
tell you a secret
you already know:
I love to listen
to an album on repeat
until I can’t fucking stand
it anymore—eventually
I never go back.
I’ll do this forever
until some day when
suddenly I won’t. Know I know
I’ve made you what you are, and I’m sorry
but that’s no excuse
for the dramatics,
especially when we can both see
I’m running out of things
to count in this room.
Maybe we can come to
an agreement
in another life—
the next one or
the next one after
I won’t be so easy
to drag along.
I’ll be a cricket in summer.
I’ll play my own song, heartless.
Timmy Sutton (he/him) is a person who writes, analyzes budgets, and misses his friends and family from Springfield, IL. Some of his stuff is in (or forthcoming from) Taco Bell Quarterly, Hooligan Magazine, Rejection Letters, and some other places you can find all of at https://linktr.ee/timmysutton if you really wanna. You can find him on Instagram and Twitter @timothy_matthan.
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