Daydream

Tomorrow, I will pack my life
into a suitcase and head
over to my landlord's

to pay off all my debts.
I will leave a note
for my room-mates-

I broke the coffee table.
There is chicken in the freezer.
Don't wait up.

I will cut out my tongue
and leave it on the counter.
I will forget my name

and never again will I
be scared to tell you
how it really feels.

And later, I will tear off
my clothes in the middle
of Arizona and leap into the sun.

It is here that you will find
me, shaking softly, smoke
still drifting out of my eyes.