got there expecting things to
The diagonals are all off
& I am parking parallel
2 blocks away.
Why am I rewarding myself with a fucking pastry again?
The chocolate helps
to calm neuroses
grown in a state of procrastination & unpreparedness.
3 spasms in a series of failed frantics.
I think the bites are getting rounder
but the morning is tearing away much faster now--
as the excuses muscle in,
their buzzing bodies pollute my mindscape
like a horde of greedy bees.
Skin is shaking in a series of goosebumps & scribbles,
& I can't be late again
I'm only built for so many mistakes.