Silvery ripples of light careen off my body
almost blinding me
“Um, thaat’ll be $4.50 for the quad shot cinnamon latte sir,”
the young woman says, with a pierced tongue lisp.
I really need to start getting more sleep, I remember
thinking to myself
as I shuffle out the door into a fine, ice crystal mist
and stop, I am mesmerized by street lamps
turned into shafts of light
as if something was prompting me
to watch the winter skies…
“biometric life-support systems disengaging,
starting sequential countdown,
stellar navigation will switch to manual at pilots command...”
Damn, it happened again
my coffee’s cold, and I'm late for work.
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