the music starts slow
reptilian
quiet animal noises
underscore a descending bass line
like you’re watching
a day of re-creation
it’s their turn now
i feel obsolete already.
my spirit aches now
remembering the time of the week
and thinking of what
i’d rather do tomorrow.
sit me on something
that’s moving
and take me away
anywhere
out of here
we’ll start over
just the two of us
a quiet
but happy
re-existence.