All We Need Is Enough
Door. Slam. Thankfully,
it’s a slow week. I
was so
pissed. It was big
news and
so French—oh stupid words!
Considering all we had, we
moved on. Across the
mess.
Toward the cab bay, which,
like us, was empty.
Gearing
ourselves to adapt toward
the utilization of nothing.
The door is ajar. We
sniff
network. And other
works
such as teamwork and, at
last, homework. Time
to
squeeze oranges and grind
beans. The charming
squalor
of the refrigerator, only slightly
out of half and half.
The eight
ball drowns. Time
passes for
critical success and the luxury
of big comfortable chairs for
every meltdown or breakdown.
