Every day I want you gone more.
Detritus clouding the very air I choke upon.
Leaving me shaking without respite
from my evening release to Monday morning.
You tyrannical despot, I can’t
keep carrying your empty weight
without breaking down in decay.
I’m meant to be free these days
not harangued in your hazy admonishments.
How do you cling so when I fight
from just after waking ‘til long in the night?
Go! I beg for reprieve.
I’ll open a window.
Will you fucking leave, please?
No. I’m saturated to bone with you.
Longing for distraction, reaching for my phone,
drawing, painting, writing this poem.
There. For a moment,
we’re square.
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