by Cortney Lamar Charleston

The eyes have it: weight, such that they can’t even roll.
This is one of those moments when I should probably listen
to my body but you know how it goes when someone talks 
too much for your taste (coffee, sir?). There’s lots of work to 
do today. There’s money to be had and even more easily lost 
like a sensible child to the pursuit of higher learning after 
high school. Time is really something, isn’t it? Death is 
entirely something different, but I don’t believe in dying
in the sense that I haven’t done it yet, so I’m unsure if I can. 
I’m rather incompetent when it comes to handling important 
matters and a de facto doctorate in the trivial; I’m always 
the trial and I’m always the error. If ever I’ve felt content, 
maybe even happy, it was a glitch. And then it was gone.


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