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Optimism Revisited

woke up yesterday feeling like
i slept through a time warp.  now,
it’s past 4am, haven’t been able to
sleep, except a couple of hours after
a day full of errands and bureaucratic
nonsense, daylight hours that were packed

with back to back kidnappings, bad news 

oozing from the tight spots between each 

appointment. my headache reminds me that

there were also a lot of dreams. not that i recall
during the short and dead gone snooze i had
after zipping all day through oozing errands,

but before waking up yesterday, when i slept

a little bit better, a little bit longer, than the

scant and unrestful durations of rest that

i have had for a few weeks now.  so.  today,

or yesterday, the warped bank, three banks, 

two banks, one bank brand, all the bank’s 

talking heads pointed downward, aiming

their mouths, their voices at me, angles
of disdain, bully talk.  no member of their
happy club, i part ways with the bank,
and with my money, so it can now live
at the bank without me. maybe without

me forever.  i woke up thinking it was
around seven the next morning i squint

at the phone and the laptop unable to

read the time, it looks like it could be

eleven, maybe twelve, but no, it was
not even midnight, in fact somewhere 

between nine and ten at night, and
i am intent on sleeping another
week away, can i do that?  do
i have enough food.  i don’t
even want to leave the
apartment, can i do that?
what a break this day and
night has been, being busy
gave me an interruption from
the grim noise coming from
my phone, television, laptop.
i should stick to music videos,
dancefloors, remember those?
there is a long tunnel from here
to, i’m not sure, a week from now?
ten days?  then i promise things are
going to change.  here, i’ve got proof
[he pulls out a bunch of receipts]. another
great song awaits. i want to apologize for
not giving you a little warning about the
strobe lights.  i’m really sorry.