Poison

Poison

Every day I wake up and grab for my phone in the early seconds of consciousness. I swipe it open it while squinting in the suddenly bright light and start taking my morning misery tour. I open my email account and see reminders of things I'm procrastinating and subscription receipts I don't remember having and the shoe company where I bought a pair of loafers at in Paris trying to get me to buy shoes I can't afford in a place I can't afford to visit. My USPS informed delivery says I’ll be receiving a new band t-shirt soon.