put aside in fast forward, the best part of the day happens when i'm not there, head down the long march from alarm clock to time clock to alarm clock to time clock, darkness to darkness, work farm work- ing work fam in endless motion of trivialities for a sequence of numbers ejected behind unhappy bars, left untended i stand in a puddle and cry, so i queue up a life on rails at the sink, to tend, to clean, to cook, in ten minutes i forget ten hours, trading one pair of shoes for an- other pair of shoes, head down the long march from alarm clock to time clock to alarm clock to time clock, bearing so often the artificial burden of artificial light, i miss the warmth of blessed day, the sun- shine in my eyes.
July 31, 2023
