I CALLED OUT SICK FROM PAYING ATTENTION sarah jean grimm

I called out sick
from paying attention

upheld a fantasy
of postponement

while the sun was up
and distant corners

flickered early neon
Without my noticing

romance became
more practical

Language yawned
at intention

If I could
I would trade the day in

for a higher thread count
one where finally

I’m in the zone
on the front porch

of the evening
where later

we can eat
expensively

For now
let’s admire

the cat
in his square of light

the birds
at their industry

January’s curbed pines
checking the city’s aroma

A kazoo cover version
of our favorite song