Seken

Wake up
Dull bulb flickers fluorescent, mind on again
Down the stairs, bathroom mirror, clothes on again
Can I do this again?

I can do this again
Unpaid, pinstripe red
Overtime

My fingers are cold and my lips are dry
Did I leave the lights on?
Do I remember?

Recession to collapse
I stare at myself in the reflection
One last primal thought
DSM-5

I imagine famine and the blood of others
Ants that dance in the sand
Suns hands pushing and pulling
The last beads of moisture I've saved
The mouth of the people