at 4pm on a monday
i think of all the e-mail i just read
the careful responses i spent all day writing
shoving at the planet on my shoulders
telling it to shut up
at 4pm on a thursday
the volume on my headphones is all the way up
shields at 27% and holding
taking heavy fire
at 4pm on a friday
i try
to avoid the frivolous conversations
focused, wanting to finish the week strong
and go home with clean hands
but i can't
at 4pm on the friday before the 2 week shutdown
i soar on the lightness of distance
between me and the next real monday
happily not quite solving problems
because they do not belong to me
they belong to that poor sucker
three mondays from now
who will sit in this chair
and read his e-mail