Upon leaving home: turn around and go back inside, you forgot deodorant.  

Upon going to work: I need 3 coffees on average to survive the entitled, botoxed, non-tipping, weekend bruncherz. 

Upon wearing clogs: I’m clogged up. 

Saturday 

Wading through humid noise 

With eyes unfocused, 

I follow colors and smell, 

Find beeswax

And assemble a small earth complete with sea and crab.

Beneath my candle 

Which I carry like ebeneezer 

To my bathtub, to soak and sweat 

From root to tip.