Today called myself an idiot a lot.
It’s fine. I’m fine. They and we’re fine.
When wise, I delete my posts
but generally settle for clever. At work
I’m perpetually perfecting an expression
that affirms I had nothing to add. I joke,
“Whaddya mean end-of-fiscal? My
calendar says it’s March thirty-fourth.”
I colour code what’s to be done.
My white noise play list skips.
“Whaddya mean end-of-fiscal? My
calendar says it’s March thirty-sixth.”
these words by Jeff Blackman were inspired by the work of Kelsy Gossett
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