He lived in the restive staccato
Of memorabilia.
—Maureen Thorson
I hate work.
What would
make me be
okay with work?
That’s not entirely
true. Anxious?
I’m in a pretty
lousy mood. Plus,
I want purpose
(porpoise!),
something to
devote myself
to (time & energy)
from which I can
gain reward,
triumph.
That’s a nice word.
Rain doesn’t help.
I just want my
(heart back.)
laptop fixed.
I don’t really
mind work.
I do it daily.
