a single man and pen and receipt and red chair from ikea i haven’t been to ikea in years but still i sit upon such furniture and tables and when the heater comes on it shrieks and it has been theorized that such white noise actually makes you more fatigued like talking to the dumb blonde man on the plane and dreaming about friends from the past wearing wigs like erykah badu there once was a teacher at my old school who got arrested for selling pot at school and now i sometimes feel that a lot of effort in some situations is hopeless or perhaps boring like the continual return to the same couch or the same moment of being tipsy or titillated or merely being in repetition perhaps leads one to self-destruction or mind-numbing television except thursdays rarely offer much to watch and so the choice is to read or “work” or then maybe sleep but i’m too tired for having slept all the hours that i close my eyes and yet even now i yawn but want to wait for your arrival i often wait for your arrival and also brush my teeth so just in case our lips might touch then you won’t be distracted by the scent of earlier meals or drinks and focus entirely upon me or our kiss and i do all of this too much to justify feeling the way that i do but sometime one just feels and that is what makes you feel that all in all is all we are