No Work at Work Jessica Nesbitt
Guess I’ll spend another five hour shift in allegedly non-existent spaces but David says they exist! even lays out articles to prove that when I’m sinking into prodigious abysses (read: FAQs: Figuring Yourself Out in Your 20s) I’m actually Engaging My Temporality speaking in wide and rounded generalities, so soon and listen This is only my third cup of coffee, not nearly enough, I say, I bet there’s a girl at home waiting for me with a pot of coffee and pen in hand, ink following her forehead: wrinkled and necessary but patiently she writes, leaning loops of handwritten notes and when I see her notebook I swoon, that penmanship’s so suggestive, even more so when she’s leaving me poems in the margins of a tea shop menu, illustrious and secretive and god, I don’t think I can write a single poem without mention of her, is this what I’ve spent four years missing? A love that will sabotage my writings with need, a hunger for her, I can’t concentrate for the wine in my hand that’s spilling on the floor in front of you, but Molly laughs till we all start to frown at my limitless demeanor that fills me up and leaves me reckless but These fucking op-eds have me reconsidering myself, and you, and friendship (whatever that is, am I right) but then again it’s early and I hate this weather and I just want to write all day beside you, not sleeping not awake, not sticking to the sides of the wall
Fall 2012
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