Creaky eyes cracked open. Laser sunshine in the blinds.
Only 10,800 seconds to mend. Time to go!
I stared at an envelope for six hours.
I inhaled words and exhaled insight.
I held up my open palms for so long but then slept instead.
Here is a paper cut, staring at an envelope for six hours;
coffee spilled out, flooding my laptop—put it in a bag of rice.
I’m just resting my eyes!
Home again,
hiding on the outside sofa, I escaped grades and God.
I was mesmerized by stars dangling from my porch. I painted procrastination.
Drowning it all in a London Fog,
I took a three-hour nap and started it all over again.