Sunday, December 02, 2012

A Parked Car.







Eyes crack open, slowly.
Estimate the time by the slivers of light on the walls.
No radio, so it must be the weekend.
Everybody's working for the weekend.

Pull yourself to your feet.
No one else is gonna do it for you.

Might as well start cleaning.
But first a banana.
Also then an apple.
Then the vitamin bottles and powdered supplements.

It's beautiful and foggy outside.
This is what you were secretly hoping for.
Nothing personal, Sun.

Soak in the still, foggy silence.
Now brush your teeth and get to work.

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