I am ruined.
By the Kleenex,
The sight of an LED screen.
By the coffee I poured in my mug
And spilled into the sky,
While my eyelids disappeared.
Quick to be kindled by
Streams of electric consciousness,
I am wanton to shut
Down my world-in-a-box.
For as soon as I do,
I’m left anhedonic.
Ineffably idle
In the presence of
An astronomical to-do list
Stuck to my fridge by
a lonely lighthouse magnet
old as the expired yogurt inside
Bought by the incorrigible soul
I thought I left behind.
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