Poem: Daze

I have six-thousand four-hundred and twenty-two

steps today

which is more than I would have guessed

because I really didn’t do

anything

you know those days

when you wake up

don’t have to go to work

or school

or jiu jitsu

or Romanian ballet class

or dinosaur training

and you convince yourself

today is your day

so you lay

in bed

on the couch

under the washing machine

in the fire place

letting the time slip through you.

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