hiawatha.

to the me that was merely 20 minutes ago,
you are spoiled
yet honest.
spoiled in the fact that you have a job,
honest in that you hate it.

it's me vs. me
for 8 hours
4 times a week
32 hours a week
with nothing else but my thoughts
and your words
and elevator music to pursue this frenzied chase.
and i'm never ready for the repercussions
of being in my head all fucking day.

don't cry.
you're at work.