Poetry

Litanies Against Dying, 14 (196.)

It was one of those days. Breakfast was leftover pizza and the coffee lacked flavor. No time for reflection, only five minutes until a remote meeting started. In the middle of it all, another meeting was pushed an hour forward – right after the first one. No time for reflection, only five minutes until a remote meeting started. Emails went out in a flurry at first, then they took a little longer. Composition isn’t just for music. Lunch was leftover pizza and the last of the day’s first bottle of water. The second coffee of the day had a fuller body, a richer texture that went down smooth. Work petered out a little after this, but staying logged in until 5 o’clock was the right thing to do. The internet kept on calling. A few hours into browsing, dinner called too – delayed plans of cutting up a banana and shoving it between toast and peanut butter. Some kind of Elvis-esque sandwich. Hope it didn’t steal the blues like some quasi-colonialist bastard. Missed talking about misappropriation. The video games filled a few hours, and a really good run brought victory and a triumphant exclamation; the night was full of pleasant surprises. Past midnight now, bed should be beckoning but there’s some brushing up on a funding opportunity to do. It never helps to sound stupid at meetings. Tomorrow could be another one of those days.

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