Alm


run
little me
run!

the day
flies
I crawl
the angry minute will never forgive me
for letting my sleep steal
them

up and rush, the coffee hot the icy blood in my veins is not
till sun and move
and car

and I
make it to schools
and work through rules
of lights and signs and deadlines
office time flashes past too fast -- no excuses
back to schools to sitters
next job next dime
now home sleep
wake

squashed into the angry little minute

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