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Channel Pie Take All Cheek

What did I do but nothing
on this hot as blazes day.
A photograph of refriger
ator magnets arranged
just so from sometime
quite past make up the
first line. Nothing came
after for a very long while.
Sent out only just a few
resumes with letters of
interest. Moped. Napped.
Got up. Walked solemnly
up 6th and crossed Market,
solemnly still for a few more
blocks up Taylor until I got
to Geary, turned right and
made my way to Jack-in-
the-Box for a thirteen dol
lar meal. Mainly just so
that I could have a 

Peach Fanta (Zero 

Sugar). Watched 

the line of mostly 

adults snake around 

the corner of Geary 

and Mason Streets 

along the sidewalk 

as each coil spiraled

into the Curran to 

watch a Harry Potter
theatrical production

of some sort. The 

baritone singing

“Ave Maria”
and “Memory”
louder than usual.
Back to the hotbox
where I slipped in
and out of conscious
ness while texting,
wanting company,
my company, the
company that I
want. Speaking
of companies, if
only I had the en
ergy to stay up all
night in the middle
of this three-day
weekend to send
out an infinite num
ber of applications,
letters of interest,
resumes, so that by
this time next week
end I’d have a new
home of employment 

and then I could really

have the company that

I want. My company.
But all bets are on
slipping back into
unconsciousness.
And soon.