I woke up with a headache again.
It lingered throughout the day
Doesn’t it know? I have things
Things I must do.
I hinted it was a hindrance
But it was oblivious to the nudges and whispers
My hands and my hair are all greasy.
I think my eyesight is getting worse.
This weather is unbearable
Caked in sweat
Basted with body odor
And not enough money to get a haircut
Or lighter clothes
Ones that breathe
So I don’t have to
I pay to work
A tuition of resentment
This won’t be easy
These things never are
And this headache
Taking away my concentration
Isn’t my comfort enough?
At least let my art be,
Goddamnit
Is that how you even spell that word?
Fuck it.