Everything Is Going According to Plan

Only your first tattoo has to mean something
Then you can get something dumb to fill the rest in
It's only skin.
I was up all night, the tinnitus of anxiety rings shrilly.
Phone cord coiled around my finger
And who has a phone cord anymore?
That's how I knew it was a dream.

There are some turns of phrase I just viscerally hate
Like: tears don't roll down faces
They slide like slugs, ugly,
Flood the shallows
Leaving a wasteland in their wake.

Everything is going according to plan
Take it from me
Все идет по плану, верьте мне.
Все йде за планом, вірте мені.