Sweat

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It’s all sweat in the morning.
It’s coffee,
and burnt toast,
and then the same worries
that I always have.
It has something to do
with the start of a new day,
I think,
because each day seems like
it could be my last day.
Each day feels like it could be
the day that I crash my car
on the way to work,
or choke on a bite of food,
or find out that it’s actually cancer
that has been fucking
with my mood.
It’s always just a bunch of
irrational fears
that appear real
until the night comes.
And then I feel fine.
Then I know that I’ve made it
through another day,
and all I have to do is
drink
and smoke
and fuck
until I fall asleep,
and I
almost
sort of
barely
stop sweating.

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

25 thoughts on “Sweat”

  4. “because each day seems like
    it could be my last day.”
    Dude. Each day COULD be your last. So you are not wrong. We are ALL living on Borrowed time. And if “all I have to do is
    drink
    and smoke
    and fuck
    until I fall asleep” then you indeed have it better than most.

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  7. Damn brother you got a rockstar life going! Although… Most people are relieved in the morning but out of whack at night.. Glad to know you can sleep fine with all those thoughts floating in your head….. How?

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