Work"I was born on a Sunday "By Thursday I was out on the job." John Fogerty The alarm at six is like flesh tearing. The first foot forward may as well be treading hot coals. It is the movement outward, the interlocking with the world which is wearisome. By five there's a brown spot on my soul, like a bruise on an apple, like the first sign of cancerous growth. For this the shekels which pay for potpies and satellite and the Hewlett Packard on which this is forged.  |
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