You’re going to go blind.

You’re going to choke on the ashes of reimbursed expenses.

You’re going to go blind.

Earth wasn’t created in a day and you wouldn’t know how to turn left out of a wet paper bag. The blood seems to be boiling this morning and for no reasonable explanation. Time has been sucked out of life in the same way that dollars disappear from wallets.

Another trip. Another overnight. Another departure. Another arrival.

Make plans. Unmake plans. Hang the jacket on the hook. Slip into something that will drown you. A red pen. A white sheet of paper. Eight studded tires and a bucket full of emptiness. Garbage bags folded just so. A Petri dish. A lab coat. An assumption. Close the rink door. Sweep the popcorn. Change the garbage cans.

You parked out back on the street out front. You put a show on the tile. You left the door open. You smoked the cigarette. You drank all the water. You mowed the backyard. You did.

Lost. Found. Rearranged. Make a deal with whomever to shore up the fear of loneliness. Forever is now. Now is tomorrow. Tomorrow is yesterday. Forget. Forgot. Fuck off.