Mao mao

I feel very detached today. 

I was watching kids play in the park, 

but it overwhelmingly smelled like dog poop. 

I was wondering in the back of my mind

why the other people couldn’t smell it too.

I thought I’d be happy to eat choco-chip egg puffs, 

I was wrong.

Then I went to the thrift store

and even though everything was amazing, 

I was not. 

Hoping to raise my spirits, I bought a chocolate, 

but I still could not. 

It can’t be fatigue, 

I barely did anything today, 

a friend wanted to hang out

but I had no words to say. 

My mind feels fuzzy 

yet devoid of thoughts right now; 

I’m trying hard, but all I can remember 

is that cats are called mao mao. 

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