there is no escaping it
the way everything is amplified
laid bare by a monday morning
shampoo stinging
cell phone ringing
the national public radio announcer’s voice is deeper
the crosswalk woman is laughing louder
your coffee is hanging up
missing posters for cream
matt lauer looks like a mole rat
you wear your clothes like a first marriage
and during your commute in
you force yourself to forget
what you wanted
in the first place
6 replies on “laid bare by a monday morning”
Goddam… I say Goddam. Get out of my head. So here’s to Mondays, where short commutes through traffic lights that never turn green lead you to coffee shops being bulldozed by a high school chum. And then it turns out your company is being sold, and you better explain how it is that things are going to go on, because they are going to go on, and you’re getting old, and you’re wanting something else. What you wanted, right. I remember that. It wasn’t this. It wasn’t these fluorescent lights and this beige ergo furniture, or that snow pile outside, or crunching salt as big as teeth on the parking lot. It wasn’t. I forget when the horror became the norm. But that’s definitely teeth in my neck. In my guts. Savage fucking beasts having a go at me, and me joining the club. I didn’t see that coming.
But I’m so fucking glad it did………(No, still more ellipses)…………………………….
Damn lady, you’re heartless… and many shades of awesome. Trent bows. Talks about himself in third person. Continues drinking on a Monday night.
Angry suits you, you cool-ass mothfucker. We need that drink sooner than later. Wild Turkey 101 for me this evening.
I only got wine. Grrrr. Too sick for scotch. Angry feels good – we’ll smash a couple glasses together some day, surely.
Hell yeah fuckk yeah.