Suddenly.

The lighting

in the workroom

is too bright and.

It. Hurts.

To.

Speak.

I never noticed.

How much.

A dropped pen.

Allergy sneezes.

Questions. Questions.

Questions.

Absent-minded

Tapping. On the desk.

Can be a bright orange-red

(the only color I see when

I close my eyes).

Bacon that they

Burned.

In the cafe

this morning.

Ink on my fingers.

A lady's

perfume.

And other scents.

Met last night. Just to

conspire against me.

I need.

A cup of caffeine.

A wet towel.

Chemicals

that close. Angry, swollen

vessels.

And all my dreams.

Are about a bed. In

total

darkness.

That's where I go after work.

Everyone bothers me.

How I need to eat something.

But that list is brief.

And all my body craves.

Is found.

In an absolute stillness.