Any Given Week Night

[dlcamelot]

A trail of gloves,
discarded pumps.
Both black.
And a styrofoam box,
remnants of dinner.
A table full of books,
a phone,
a mug of tea.
Both Green.
A girl,
business casual,
a halo of scribbled-on papers.
Both wrinkled.
Centered around
the computer,
and its warm glow.

This is my life.