god doesn't care about your plans or expectations because he's busy being in every thing and the space between the things also

some days are full of flaky boys
and stale joint pot smoke
smokey cars with
soggy parking ticket floors and
peanut butter jars of coffee
spilling all up into bags

no amount of rags
or baths
or sad dad jokes
or cosmic maths
can just undo
the day that's done

but weeks were fated
to be won