poem-the switch
Trying to type Fingers feel unattached to hand. Eyes blur. Stomach rocks Head dull. It’s so hard to rejoin the diurnal world #NightShiftProblems . . Thursday I have to be in a workshop at 8 a.m. my...
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You need a silent rest and I need recumbency. I find a peaceful place, I recline and read and write throughout the night, come to bed at dawn to greet you as you rise. But office workers call at nine,...
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Small victory multiplied. Big tasks divided into parts so small– how could I not succeed? Deadlines focus goals. Day by day, Chew each bite thoroughly. Done! Launch hope with a key stroke. Completion...
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