Black Friday Blues

the sky is a piece of lemon meringue
spread sloppily and thickly
across a blueberry muffin waffle
stuck over concrete pathways
ferrying metal and plastic motors
that some people cherish
and others treat like a fowl blanket

you cross my mind stealthily
like a scent profile in air conditioning
i wonder where this plot is headed –
evaporation, condensation, voyeuristic collaboration

there’s just this knowing circling
my cells and tell me
i must accept
the possibility
the eventuality
of my being too tired to follow you
farther down into the garden
of luxuriant wanting.

– yiqi 28 November 2025

 

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Yep, it was midnight after Thanksgiving. You ever just know something? The core idea may have been triggered by a conversation (and you don’t know how serious you or the other person is), but then you’re filled with this understanding or acceptance of a turn of events that you have no rational reason to believe is going to happen. It’s just that in terms of probability and conversational topics, it’s the most likely plot progression.

Pic creds: yours truly

Originally posted at my tumblr.