Snow Days

The man selling sage
told me to fuck off
He says black women
are more beautiful
and I don't disagree
There is snow in my mind
and no plows will be coming through
in time it will melt
in the meantime
go fuck yourself
And I will do the same
Money is raining down from
the sky
along with candy
and memories i thought i
long ago exorcised
fill your pockets
fill your fists
It's raining money
and I'm putting roots down
Talk nice to yourself
and I will do the same
Tell yourself the nicest
juicy secret truths
and then maybe
we
bring
the rain