I awake to the screaming of my cell phone

its 2:15pm

A daily alarm

reminding me

it is too late for me to still be dreaming.

My body won’t stretch the sleepiness away.

It’s stiff and hard,

like an alcoholic’s liver,

like this couch



i’ve been living on.

My eyes read over new text messages that I won’t reply to,

Not right away at least.

Technology steals a little part of my soul every day.

And the day’s agenda is completely blank,

just like yesterday’s

just like tomorrow’s.


The day is monotone.




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