Forget me, I am only passing.
Once, fearlessly, I felt every change.
“A drunken existence,” said the cook.
Cold pizza breakfast, coffee, and deadlines.
Dragging myself through the antibiotic haze.
Sitting in silence not my own.
Insurance companies: the most expensive worthlessness.
Love, daily, in cheese and crackers.
Living is a prerequisite for creativity.
Week of work, now, White Castle.