chalk one up to apathy

I'd like to think
Tomorrow will happen, but
I keep forgetting
Today is tomorrow
And its only eighteen
Hours until it
Never gets there, enough
To worry about the
Outcome, not so much
That it feels too
Far away. And
As much as I will
The part that hopes and
Beats and
Breathes-
I know what my face
Looks like fallen
Better than you, and
It will remain that way
19 hours from now.
Oh well.
Bedside notches, you're
Winning.

K.