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I think

I’ll spend my last day with relish.

I’ll drag that comatose half of me out, so we’ll spend this final day whole.

Instead of staying inside for lunch, I’ll go out and get pasta.

I’ll blast my ears through with music, and sing my lungs out.

Walk with springs taped to my step, and take a picture of this shining sky.

I’ll stare into the sun, and move my work to the bin.

I’ll fold receipts into planes, and fly them out of the window.

I’ll sharpen pencils, and scrawl blobby cats on the walls.

I’ll buy that jacket, and flaunt it at the tropical weather.

Read a sleazy book, and laugh at the way the sun slips through the window grills.

I’ll—

Make this last day, trying to be happy.

Today.