…me of reality
you want to remind yourself of the adherence
to social constructs
but what I see — what I see is acquiescence,
a sad, reticent acceptance
of what the world tells you is Work —
that it’s a thing you go to for eight hours a day
to get something-something-K
per year, per week, per day, whatever…
until your brain and body stop functioning a certain way
well, that’s just it then —
my brain and…