a disastrous morning. late for the 8-hour and I skipped a meal. the one from last night painted my sheets. claiming her territory? what a spoiled ritual. the other is across a wide spread of land confused why i’ve distanced myself. she wrote me this morning demanding answers. i’m busy now, the other ruined my sheets with metallic fluids. the carpet is stained as well. the one on the phone is sorry she says. wants to know if it’s something she’s done. no. it’s this small screen that’s made me dizzy, not you. it’s this minuscule display of lights that resemble you which have troubled me. seeing your shadow run across the beaches of california. dancing amongst attractive humans. twirling in bars. while i’m here, facing a different ocean, fumbling in my ***** sheets.