(Feeling)…Empty

Sunday

Empty…Sky

Empty…Hands

Empty…Bottle

Monday

Empty…Thirst

Empty…Grave

Empty…Pockets

Tuesday

Empty…Plate

Empty…House

Empty…Eyes

Wednesday

Empty…Love

Empty…Bed

Empty…Road

Thursday

Empty…Fire

Empty…Wallet

Empty…Sex

Friday

Empty…Marriage

Empty…Words

Empty…Music

Saturday

Empty…Gas Tank

Empty…Park

Empty…Kitchen

Sunday

Empty…Night

Empty…Kiss

Empty…Sound

Monday

Empty…Faucet

Empty…Job

Empty…Jail

Tuesday

Empty…Freedom

Empty…Religion

Empty…Future

Wednesday

Empty…Pain

Empty…Garden

Empty…Paycheck

Thursday

Empty…Memories

Empty…Tomorrow

Empty…Taste

Friday

Empty…Chocolate Box

Empty…Parking Space

Empty… Ecstasy

Saturday

Empty…Pillow

Empty…Ash Tray

Empty…Heart

Sunday

Empty…Hunger

Empty…Blood

Empty…Shadow

Monday

Empty…Sink

Empty…Shoes

Empty…Reflection

Tuesday

Empty…Toilet

Empty…Page

Empty…Hope.

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fluorescent sun

The a/c exhales cold air, incessantly,

above the door:

I breathe relief, and welcome the Machine.

LCD screens, wires and towers—

papers, files and phones: tools

to make (“more”) money, out of thin air.

The summer sun is not the power source – the soft electric

hum is the Voice. It

comes from, somewhere, deep inside.

Temperatures rise outside, unbearable earth.

Heat presses against

the windows and the exit door. Freon fills my lungs.

My skin crawls

and chills my fingernails slowly: Mortuary sanctuary.

Coffee, coffee, coffee…to stay awake.

“Sell, sell, sell” the old man echoes.

Brightness fills every inch of glass to kill.

We work together, like ice:

In cubes, we sit still

and silently call, like atomic clocks. Our bodies frozen

under this electric light.

I’m blind in this fluorescence: a milky maze mind.

Escape.

My sunglasses only arouse suspicion. No safe

shadow to hide my soul. Plastic black phones are weapons or bones;

attached below where no one can see.

I try calling out, to reach

someone…

Alive

…on the outside. No Answer.

Death says, ‘work to live.’ A hopeless smile

caresses His face.

When it’s time, I leave everyone behind,

turning off the light.