Monday, May 31, 2010

Standing up in a Panic at Don Piano’s Charm in Ypsilanti, Michigan

On my desk is an alarm clock radio that reads 3:46

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 3:47

I have wasted my life

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