By mEg
Date: 6 December 1999

quick.

late, God, it's late tonight

I am 
going 
to work
why not?

drive fast
put the window down
feel december cold
and smoke a cigarette
while drinking water

healthy.

wave to the security guard
take the squeaky elevator
to
fifth

turn on my light

and work
and work
and listen to Aretha

discs 1 thru 4

and hope I forget 
I'm alone

forget you
completely

erase you white
in a sea of 
numbers and words

and if I 
leave

put on my shoes...
grab my keys
I can get from here
to there

really quick

God I hope
it's
quick.