again not liking how close these people
to me stand in line. Have to quit this pattern.
But the morning it beckons. Can these
hovering pests see this little
Screen? Not letting it bag me.
My 4 shots, around register. I’m
registered at my university
of 1. Noisier, as I wait for my cupped
Tenacity temple. House over
weather fronts, disrupting days
meant for work. My
Work, these books.
Doing nothing at “work” but
scribbling. Objects.. bottles, small
Chocolate bites, bags, painted plates,
Glasses. Confused.