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The heat is stealing away
my precious oxygen
and I thing that the clock
is beginning a steady tick
backwards to lunch.

I wanted to be home today
before I even reached my car
I wanted to be asleep
after the alarm went off too...

I think maybe the combination
of caffeine... and caffeine
is doing something funny to my brain
cause the letters aren't supposed to dance
at least not that I can remember.

I wanted to e-mail a bunch of people
forwards, or warnings for the "heat virus"
then go ask the boss for a raise
and a cutback on my hours
all at the same time

and then wait for him to laugh
and casually mention that I may have
been joking...
but he may never know...
because I don't talk to strangers.

It's a long way between this desk
and that door...
and every step in between
seems to produce a million
reasons as to why I don't want
to look down from those dirty windows.

I don't talk to strangers...
but it might be hard to find
someone who's stranger to me
than myself...
I feel like a fish out of water here
flopping around trying to get home
before I get all dried out.

I feel like the one shriveled flower
on a blooming branch of lilac...
so tiny, and consumed in lavender
that one may mistake me for a bud,
fresh and starting out my life
instead of worn and tired.

The things we say when we think
the others have walked far enough away
and the things we hum to ourselves
when the music is loud enough
that we think no one can hear.

Headphones only work in your own ears...
get an office...
get a door...
and shut it.