Boring Life
Buy orange juice.
It’s on the list.
There’s nothing like it.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Buy milk.
There’s two percent.
Whole milk.
Doesn’t fill the void.
Doesn’t make me less depressed.
Skim milk.
Is disappointing and watery.
I wish I could figure out what’s making me depressed.
Buy bread, and coffee.
Buy new clothes, but they’re work clothes.
Work shoes. Work ties. Work work.
I bought a new lunch box.
It’s blue, but a plain dark blue.
I filled a mug of coffee.
Hot or iced?
Maybe I’ll just let it get lukewarm.
Cream and sugar.
I forgot to buy any.
So the bitterness accompanies me.
I’ll probably forget next week as well.
Buy crazy clothes.
Buy an inflatable pool.
Buy a new grill.
I make all the money that orbits my world.
That could disappear with my own free will.
I might disappear one day.
I could do something like buy-
Anything that pops up on my phone or computer.
Anything at all.
Buy orange juice.
I bought one with pulp today.
Not too much though.
I inserted my credit card.
And cried in the car that day.
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