The robin at my window
has made it his mission to peck
through the glass and kill me.
45 minutes.
I might have an anxiety attack.

I realized far too late
that at almost 25 years of age
I have no idea how
to take out the trash.

My dining room is very literally
glowing pink. It’s like the debutante
ark of the covenant.
It’s making me nauseous
a little.

Oh my god the robin
is back to kill me.