Feeling the rain more than hearing it
6:24 dark and threatening
It’s so cold in this ******* basement
2 hours and 36 minutes away
Crouching in plain sight
The work day.
Delivering food for the food bank, which is punk as **** frankly,
It’s a wasteland out here
And people need to eat
(A human right, if I understand the constitution correctly. Happiness is a lost pursuit in a body that’s hungry. You say food is a privilege <yes, you said it and believed it>, I say it’s life and liberty.)
Two 15 pound bags at a time
In exchange for baggage a mile high
Stacking cred against labor to build tone in your thighs
My joints wonder how young I think I am
Remembering the time my leg seized up and that old man just stared until I saw him see me and I smiled, I’m so silly
Hurry before all this pain ripens to taste
Slug it down like tequila
Try not to make a face
Born at the finish line, running in place.
2 hours and 26 minutes to make the coffee and absorb the caffeine
While I’m still me
And there’s nothing else to be
Looking forward to working outside in the rain. Good morning.
