7:24 am

clouds hide the rising
sun outside the office
windows

the heater is churning
out cold air, with
no help in its future

i stir in my chair,
swiping my hair
out of my eyes,
a new day staring
back at me

the computer screen
saver reminds me
to wash my hands
after pissing,
h1n1

in the background
i hear the door
buzz – a delivery
awaits

but no one is here
to sign for that
package

and a bird
sits outside
underneath the
clouds staring
at me outside the
office windows

while i wait
for the day
to end
and it’s only 7:24
in the morning

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