We sprang forward
And they took
An hour from us
Those bastards.
When we fell back
We never changed our clocks in the house
It was
Always
An hour ahead
I grew accustomed to it
Very quickly
When it said 5 pm
It was actually
4 pm
Easy enough
Two days before
Those bastards
Steal our time
A woman I had over
Said to me
“You never changed your clocks??”
And I said,
“Nope. But in two days it’ll be fixed.”
She laughed.
But then
When we sprang forward
I kept thinking
The clock was ahead an hour
I kept anticipating the error
My brain auto-filled it
And I kept thinking
I was late to everything
It took about week before my brain
Recognized
That the time displayed on our clocks
Was actually
The correct time
Somehow
My sleep wasn’t bothered at all
I adjusted to that part
Effortlessly
But the conscious mind offered more resistance to it.
The psyche is so strange.
. . .
I have some sort of infection in my throat
My tonsils look horrendous
Swollen
With white and red spots
They are pinning that little dangly guy between the two of them
Squishing him
I went to see the doc yesterday
And he put me on ten days of penicillin
I don’t feel that bad
But I took today off from work
And as a result
I’ve been doing almost nothing
But writing and reading
My book gets released on Amazon in less then a month
And there still is
A lot to do
I had to put a deadline on it though
I had to apply pressure
It focuses me
Always has
The last two days
Hopping around from coffee shop to coffee shop
Doing 4-5 hours of writing, reading and editing
It makes me feel
Like I am real writer
I guess . . .
Maybe I am now.
Maybe I am now . . .
-C.H.