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.
