failed plans
i overslept
dragged myself from the cocoon
made of cotton and polyester
stuffed with feathers
and scented with impending doom
to find
the happy occasion
i’d frozen in place
just in case
melting
and leaking
into the drain
i regret
having to inform myself
that today would not be
my day
in any shape or form
despite my best efforts
of making it so
and my clock
reads a time
barely past noon
03 March 2018
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