I've had a bad feeling about Monday since before the weekend started. No prep work before today. No photo I wanted to use. So I took this picture from a nearby T stop and titled the picture after the last lines of this poem.
Here It Comes
Day before
the day after.
Sky fire, no
Perhaps prep
for probe,
abduction
by those you know.
It's morning. You
are already f---ed.
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