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