A quiet moment has presented itself
as the ripest strawberry of the day,
and I'm too exhausted to take advantage.
That, my friends, is a textbook bummer.
A six train to one twenty fifth
and a bus to ell gee ay international
remind me I'm not doing any writing
and it breaks me in ridiculous ways:
tearing the sensitive scrotum skin
and scratching open my o-ring, or
ripping my wrinkled crows feet
from the edges of my eyeballs.
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