Just getting started. Sunday, my
Friday. Where am I?
Money counted. Better not hear the
Even once today. In no mood, even
With the mocha near ended.
Need another. Or
some caffeine firm. 8 hours ahead,
Who knows who I’ll B.
Feeling less-than-whole. Still.
Those arms, teasing the journalist,
especially on my Friday.
Lean, stand, quiet converse.
Movement, for subsistence. Am
Insubordinate? Have to run faster,
speak much less. Just ingest.