A Life Delayed

I’ve worn the same shirt
day in and day out
at least since Thursday.
This is a life delayed.

I stood up to sit down—
I even fucked around.
I’ve seen every show.
This is a life delayed.

After week five,
I finally found myself.
I’m only waiting—
this is a life delayed.

I’m bored with the things
that kept me company.

I want none of that
now I know what this is.

This is a life delayed.


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