In Regards to Summer Nights and a Breeze

I came home from the

8

hours of making a

living.

My tired, weary hands fed me.

My tired, weary hands bathed me.

Both without

Any thought.

Piles on top of

piles of Pink, final stamped

envelopes 

Awaiting my precept.

2 tablets every

4 hours.

This couldn’t be the shit

I

Dreamt

Of

gazing out

grade school windows