Lazy Day
Clanging.
With weird smells.
My jaw.
Yawns.
Then settles like algae around my ears.
I’m tired.
Like old dishwater.
Gulp.
Turbulence.
But it’s just that the trash can got knocked over by a raccoon.
Plunk.
And inside I felt a “plunk” too.
A trash can is not a good place to take my lunch break.
But I finished reading my book.
With night vision goggles.
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