These commuter mornings
between bedroom & desk –
slow shunt of my body –
by
seep-in-light I rise to a dull
alarm –
no train to miss –
in
two hours I will be desked –
having not left my house &
not gone –
my apps’ll mock
my short haul mass –
stairs
to a too-nigh place of work
under broad eaves
[merely
treads-to –
I dawdle here] –
a shower’ll rinse one hour
more –
a circling of waste –
then latte & rare noises off
[my raised voice to Alexa] –
another sly prevarication –
delay creativity –
I am shy
with other faces –
flushed
by dead months of time –
I
am stoked on Zoom to see
them all –
my invoice a line
to underscore last job won