Feb 10, 2012 21:16
Floodgates have open'd
From 8 'til 9 I sparkle
AM 'til PM.
My shirt might have been
inside out all day. I am
not good at dressing.
Butt is oddly numb.
Sitting alertly twelve hours:
Not how humans built.
Clients like me much.
Too much muchness in their need.
They devour me whole.
I paid bills today.
It is easier to do
when I have money.
I miss exercise.
I miss my family too.
The island is far.
In sixty-six days
Four hundred and thirty two
returns will be done.
haiku,
work,
countdown