i live this microblogvember prompt every damn day, even as i write this very post. sometimes the question is straightforward — band practice or jam sesh? sometimes it's seasonal — is there an international polka holiday that starts at 6am? could be psychoanalytic — what compels them to rearrange the furniture four times a week? sexual — of all these myriad noises, why is fucking so rarely one of them? or hopeful — is that guy carrying their refrigerator downstairs moving them out???¹ but typically it's just one question day in and day out: what is their dog's average bowling score?

1. he was not. they were, to my incredible dismay, having their appliances replaced

cannot overstate how daily this question haunts me. i woke up at 1:30am today because they had their TV turned up so loud

come down here and haul some of us out of the sewage, wipe the blood off, and feed and heal us before you tell me thing goddamn one about hope