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

 

somewhere

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

on a paper, on a table,

                                                         somewhere

                                                     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

somewhere

 

I wonder

 what that is like:

being in a rush or

going                                                                                      some

 

where

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 thanks to hamster bong for title

 

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