it's 7 in the evening on a sunday night
the week stretches on ahead looking like the sahara
and i have done no work
instead i'm sitting in bed still in last night's tshirt
a sweater and my blankets
and listening to country music
where did that come from
i don't like country music but
there's something to be said about slow songs drawled out
and alone in bed it feels like a wave washing
over me and drowning out the feelings
that have been overpowering my existence all week
it is cold outside and i should
shower and begin work before it gets too late
and i slip into unconsciousness
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