Agitated
The inexplicable,
Irrevocable
Invisible
Sliver of
Annoyance.
A paper cut
Wedged
Between the
Index and thumb.
Shins
Sandpapered raw,
Kneeling in alcohol.
A backache
That wraps around,
Inside
And out.
A shard
Of high-noon light
Cutting straight
Into
The pupil.
Long polished nails,
A receptionists' red,
Raking
The chalkboard
In a drawn-out
Edge
Beside an open ear.
Droning music,
On and on,
A half-static
Country station
That will not turn off.
A hangover's
Fuzzy teeth
And pulsing head
Lasting well into
The next day's sunshine.
A spindly
Accusing finger
Pointing
Straight
Into the face.
Cracked dry hands,
Chapped
And sunburned,
Weathering like
A lizard
That crawls across
The hot desert sand.
A permeating
Smell
Of burnt toast
And old socks,
Ammonia and mustard.
Dirty dishes
Stacked again,
Eggs
Glued
Forever.
The inexplicable
Irrevocable
Invisible
Sliver of
Annoyance.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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