by Arianna Sebo
Paycheck Tomorrow
My leg is falling asleep
I am tucked in at my desk
hoping the morning will get
better
Bach is playing on the stereo
There’s no money in the drawer
Customers: nil
Dirt: heaps
Wishes: gone
Dreams: dead
Paycheck: tomorrow
***
The Idea of Hunger
Where have all the good thoughts gone?
Did a tiny man open my skull
in my sleep
drilling holes with a miniature
jackhammer
sucking all my ideas out
with a vacuum?
Or am I just
looking for excuses
for today’s lack of brilliance?
At least my belly is full.
Lack of ideas I can handle
gracefully.
Hunger, I cannot.
Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash
