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I see a lot. Here's what catches my attention.

a minute in. 

I get to my bed at 5am on Saturdays though every day’s a Monday around here. I eat paper and numbers for lunch though I suppose a diet would be good. I run the same errands every three days, because they always say three is better than. I cook for a starved party of one on Sundays who’s never hungry when it’s time to eat. I find enlightenment every ten minutes, and lose sight of it every five. I play the slot machine of faces, and they never make me a winner. I search the coats hanging in my closet to see which one is made of you. I write and it never comes out the way I feel. I make so many cups of coffee and arrange them like flowers. I ask the fish how they’re swimming these days. I listen to music and change it a minute in. I wake up at 1pm on Sundays though every day’s a Monday around here. I eat cereal for lunch because I miss breakfast so much. I fold clothes staring at the phone. I stare at the phone because I’m out of errands to run. I find recipes I have no appetite to meet. I try to write but I have nothing. I gamble on some ears, they don’t get me any prizes. I cook for a starved party of one who’s never hungry. I get to bed at 5am on Saturdays, though every day’s a Monday. I arrange the flowers, even though it’s coffee. I find words, though I dont have any. I play slots with faces, I gamble on ears. I don’t win. I write, I switch songs, there’s none of you to wear. I ask the fish how they’re swimming…these days they change a minute in.