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Recyclables
I. Mornings
She too could be recycled,
made useful past her first incarnation.
What were her veins but tape,
keeping her insides from spilling?
Fingering the box-cutter,
mind clear for the first time in weeks,
she grimaced.
II. Afternoons
Fatigue-adjacent.
Blurred thoughts
sluggishly struggling for supremacy
eyeballs encrusted
engorged
the entire trajectory of the day
spent atop an edifice of dreams denied
the three-legged desk
creaking wheeled chair
underscoring her failed ambitions.
The open-air windowless cubicle
encompassed
the whole of the real world
dawning to twilight
actual open air a pathogen
spreading ideas of leisure
an enemy of the efficient
of the productive
of the good.
III. Evenings
Viscous, that was the word,
the thick, pumping glue
accompanied by
a touch of light-headedness.
Back and forth,
the droplets pooled,
tickling her elbows.
This would take longer
than anticipated
despite the aspirin.
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