it is only natural that I merge back
into my night owl tendencies now that work is over
I went up to the corner and
cut off all my hair
to become less good looking
this was definitely accomplished
packing. throwing trash bags upon trash bags of stuff out. looking at my cherished books in the milk crates. boxes taped up.
sick sleep sessions throughout the day
I want to work only for myself
stop calling everyone sir
stop wearing name tags
we’ll be lucky to get out of this place alive
DC swallows people up whole
by accident
I snorted rice up my nose
at tippy’s taco house
and spent what seemed
15 minutes in the bathroom
sneezing until it came out
kind of embarrassing
we have a set of utilities to cancel
and friends to call
all the final arrangements
I hope to travel much lighter
in the future though I know
my library will expand even more
as I employ myself I notice that
this kind of work is
making me stronger
I push myself
I make it through sickness
life pulls me along on a rope
I cannot fight death
but I can fight my ignorance
fight my reluctance
fight all the . . .
life will become more…?
and fighting will not be necessary
any more?
not in this junked up world
not a chance
death of romance
but there is always work
I thought I saw some lights
but it was really a UFO
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