but the sun still floats past 8 PM
& I wonder where time went
sunk in the blue glow
of overheating machines

it is Monday
and everyone hates Mondays
because this past weekend
I went to a house concert
in the state I once lived in

only to return to the wheel
and drive a few marathons
windows open music loud
past spontaneous roadkill
and honeybee fields

last night I slept on a pile
of unsigned documents
dreamt of paper cuts
and Parochial school

I bought green bananas
for the office
and by the end
of the day
they were brown

(originally published in The /temz/ Review, Spring 2025)