Sunrise, Sunset
7. I don’t want to leave this sunny yolk
8. fuzzy brained and late like clockwork which should work for being on time too but doesn’t
9. already slumped, coffee fouled mouth
10. behind behind behind, I swear the AC numbs my hands and feet and makes it hard to type
11. I have no new ideas but I must come up with 26 today
12. not hungry but grazing on salt heavy things I’ll regret and not savor
1. mixing keyboard shortcuts with glimpses into my phone, out the window
2. I’m the most restless person here but still feel stiff
3. gonna be late, scratching fucking bug bites
4. I don’t mean to sigh this much, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t relieve a little bit of pressure
5. now I will start counting backwards from 10, increments of 6 minutes
6. the heat in my car hits and I jump like I did as a child, chilled from the pool before getting in the backseat
7. a few syrupy hours of no commitments, matrix revolutions
8. frozen turkey corndog, cool ranch doritos, blueberry salad
9. walking to the grocery store in the dark, slipping between cars and startling the lazarus lizards
10. lying on my back with the ceiling fan humming, I promise myself I’m not trapped
11. I’m not, I won’t be 28 days from now and I’ll make my bittersweet symphony grand exit from the office
12. Milkman could fly, and that rule applies to me too
8. fuzzy brained and late like clockwork which should work for being on time too but doesn’t
9. already slumped, coffee fouled mouth
10. behind behind behind, I swear the AC numbs my hands and feet and makes it hard to type
11. I have no new ideas but I must come up with 26 today
12. not hungry but grazing on salt heavy things I’ll regret and not savor
1. mixing keyboard shortcuts with glimpses into my phone, out the window
2. I’m the most restless person here but still feel stiff
3. gonna be late, scratching fucking bug bites
4. I don’t mean to sigh this much, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t relieve a little bit of pressure
5. now I will start counting backwards from 10, increments of 6 minutes
6. the heat in my car hits and I jump like I did as a child, chilled from the pool before getting in the backseat
7. a few syrupy hours of no commitments, matrix revolutions
8. frozen turkey corndog, cool ranch doritos, blueberry salad
9. walking to the grocery store in the dark, slipping between cars and startling the lazarus lizards
10. lying on my back with the ceiling fan humming, I promise myself I’m not trapped
11. I’m not, I won’t be 28 days from now and I’ll make my bittersweet symphony grand exit from the office
12. Milkman could fly, and that rule applies to me too