Used cups of coffee
crumpled notes on top,
all scattered
all left untouched
Shoulders’re in pain,
lumps in my throat.
Sitting straight back,
head’s wandering
thoughts I can’t explain
The screaming, the jolting
the laughing, the crying
multitude of emotions
happening all at once
in different corners
of this orange box
and I keep waiting
for time to tick off
and find myself
floating on the driest desert
withering,
lost―
in actions and in words
a.t.