On my desk is an alarm clock radio that reads
It is surrounded by used tissues, a baseball cap, and a nail clipper
My nails are long, but I will do that tomorrow
Out the window there is a grey sky and an abandoned factory
Whose ghost employees I have just fired for the second or third time today
The singer on the radio croons, “It’s been evening all day long.”
On my bed, the house cat rolls and writhes with the exuberance of a spoiled child
And I have no idea what she wants
I lean back, as the sky remains unchanged
The clock radio clicks
I have wasted my life
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