Last week was different for me than any other week of my life. I really was in a cubicle. I must leave by 6:40 to beat traffic in the morning and stay til about 4, get home by 5. This is my season of life now. This is my submission to get out of dept and find financial stability. This is my arrival as a mid-twenties single male in America. This is a blessing for now.

I take a break from droning
and remind myself
I am a poet.

The snow was like flurries this morning
leaving clean, clear dust
on the windows
the kind that nobody’s allergic to

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