2007-04-27
What is mine in this square room:
the apple core, the fern, my brain
but how, once Friday comes, I become
uncertain of this, even, unable
to discern whose brain came to this desk
on Monday to evaluate tactical objectives in metadata repository systems.
The mysteries of my aching arms
are no mystery at all, given the mousing
a lady of my proclivities engages in.
The real question is when I can have my fun back.