there is no escaping it
the way everything is amplified
laid bare by a monday morning

shampoo stinging
cell phone ringing

the national public radio announcer’s voice is deeper

the crosswalk woman is laughing louder

your coffee is hanging up
missing posters for cream

matt lauer looks like a mole rat

you wear your clothes like a first marriage

and during your commute in

you force yourself to forget
what you wanted
in the first place