Fizz The Band

by Saachi Gupta

i finish the worst wordle of my life
at 3:16am
as my sister sleeps on the couch,
as the rain drums on my city outside.

today my father told me
that my new phone isn't waterproof;
i wasn't going to take it out into the water anyway.

there is an itch on my thigh
that won't go away
it may be because of the 3-in-1 men's body wash i found in my parents' bathroom:
when they say 3-in-1,
they mean it is also a face wash and a shampoo,
in the way that this rain is an alarm,
a lullaby,
and a friend.

yesterday, i finally paid for spotify,
so now i listen to a new band's first song:
it sounds like invincibility,
like life will go on for as long as i press replay,
but there is still this itch on my thigh
that needs to be scratched.

ordinarily, i would be asleep by now
but tonight is different, because
it does not feel like i will wake up again in the morning,
it does not feel like morning will come at all.
tonight, i find it hard to believe
that anything exists beyond this moment now: 3:16am,
and the itch on my thigh.