An unexpectedly grey Tuesday…

This feels like one of those reluctant days
where everything happens for a reason
and nothing is happening

This feels like one of those intentions—
shy, hesitant, stubborn—
that no amount of persuasion will convince

This feels like one of those heartaches
wholly manufactured from within
invisible to the preoccupied pedestrians crossing 5th Avenue

This feels like one of those mood pieces
in which the protagonist spends three chapters in full-on muse
and nothing happens to move the story forward

This feels like one of those botched confessionals
where major transgression gives way to lesser offense
so now the penance does not fit the sin

This feels like one of those movies
that you watch because they’re on
and you don’t want to disturb the blankets to look for the remote

This feels like one of those staring contests
but with no one in particular
you can’t lose—but you won’t win

This feels like one of those afternoons
when life is stationary, immovable—
a day-long traffic jam, an endless queue

This feels like one of those

(10 October 2017)