It is with wide-eyed ennui
that I type this letter to you.
What’s the word for the crackle
of electricity that one might—
when ensconced within
mundanities most mundane—
conjure so that it might zip
through your system just
enough to bring you out
of the doldrums? The
coffee from yesterday
still sits untapped in
the pot. I’d offer you
an energy drink but
that’s all we have
at the moment.
