low spirits

on a rainy day –

the very name –

 Thursday –

disgusts me –

and my face 

in the mirror

seems too creviced 

for my age -

will he show up

this time?

he treats hours of the day

like underlings –

and other people

as if there’s only himself –

but he’s warm enough

when my praise kicks in –

a hive of splendor 

with occasional stings –

pain and cruelty

I must be grateful for

or I don’t get the loveliness


Author Bio:

Andrej Bilovsky (he/him) is a poet and performance artist. Former editor of  Masculine-Feminine and Kapesnik. His poetry can be found at the Quiver and Down In The Dirt.