overhead
out of the rolling fissures
of restiveness magnitude,
her stuttering pencil-edge bed sheet parts,
once again,
unveiling the forecast level of yet another day in “the grind”
the shower.
a fairly strident debate among soap clings and lotion spots rises
-something about “organic” vs. “all-natural”
which means, either way,
“actively contributing”
which for some reason doesn’t translate to
“oil consumption”
concerning the plastic bottle containing either or
the drive to work
the computer
certainly evades consideration in this arena
but arbitrarily,
coffee is then somehow
“bad”
and in the break room
!!!moral dilemma!!!
because of phrases like
“fair trade”
and
“adrenal spike”
and the richness of being is then safely herded
into the monocle broad camp of
six more hours to dick around on the internet before the next job
and she wonders why she wonders about herself all the time
the restaurant.
humans marching inexorably toward
their table
their server
the meal
which, according to at least one account,
contains impact deposits
from the freezer
the boiling water reheating system
of the vacuum-sealed anything-on-the-menu
the paycheck
makes this okay
she serves coffee to people
she sometimes worries if she is not
happy
or in control of her life
she often deploys methods to
make herself feel better about herself
frequently using words like
focus
release
expand
and
listen
and the subsequent self criticism that follows every failed attempt
does nothing but add to the amount of time
of holding head in hands.
but before a tame civil twilight
in the axial tilt of her head,
is a fright dialogue dichotomy
being dismantled by an overwhelming sense
that to fall apart is the same
as obtaining capacity
and overhead
is a sky that is falling away
from its center
into the unknown.
