Standing the Mast, Rocking the Boat, Being Hormonal

I reorganized my desk today. A few things have changed. Due to their lack of use, lube and condoms are now located in a filing cabinet behind the taxes, adjacent to old bills, police reports and anything else that I have no connection with. Should I seek their wonders through the clouds of dust from both, I’ll be pleasantly surprised by neither. Filing away my sexuality for the sake of success. Ah, look at me go. I set aside any photo reminding me of what I need to be reminded of. What might leave me soon, what just arrived, that has yet to arrive. I’ve disposed of the broken phones, whatever it was that propelling behind their various stages of demise and my desire to hang onto their keys. (whatcouldevercompelme. to go there) My clock is off my desk and at my bedside so that I merely have to split my sockets to continue the countdown.

I gave up my seat on the bus today. It wasn’t for you. But it could have been. Particularly if you were wearing heels. Irreverent , I stood, like a fish clocking 80 wetland bound. I will stare you into the distance of the bass-ridden goodbye as you should have put it together by now. Braeek.