Sunday morning


                         suspended somewhere between

 claustrophobic  and hungover


too lazy to turn on my own music

                                choosing to listen to my neighbor's instead- 

                                         a somewhat benign voyeurism



                                                   there is a list of things that need to be accomplished today

on a paper, on a table,


                                                     That list does not include closing my eyes

does not include counting the number of honks from random cars

driving by

in a hurry to be



I wonder

 what that is like:

being in a rush or

going                                                                                      some










 thanks to hamster bong for title


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