the laundry is out in the rain
hair is clogging the drain
the phone is ringing
and time is ticking
fifteen minutes late again
stoplights that would not stop
ink stains on a white top
spending too much
on a tiny lunch
now i can't find my laptop
my whole life is a mess
of things to maybe address--
someone at the door
god knows what for--
today i couldnt care less
Monday, August 29, 2016
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