Independence Day

a poem

I’m just contemplating my fate in a penthouse suite at the Plaza Hotel
Wondering will I be too hungover to make it to the Rockaways tomorrow 
Sometimes all I want to eat are the pre-packaged madeleines from Starbucks
I’m getting better at cooking
By which I mean I’m microwaving all different types of Morning Star products 

Washing down my holistic wellness vitamins with a can of CBD infused water
I tell my boyfriend:
“Rule number one of the beach: never ask what’s in a nutcracker”

There is nothing more patriotic than laughing with your friends about how none of you have health insurance 
But at least we can lie in the sun today and refurbish the American dream: 
There will always be another freelance gig 
And maybe some day we’ll make as much as we did on COVID unemployment 
If we don’t die in a mass shooting first