a day at the farm

i have a miserable life 
i get up at dark 
i have no breakfast
i take her home 
i get on I-85
i drive through an ocean of cars
i drink yesterday’s cold coffee
i get to the place i hate 
i say hi and hello to the strangers, known as coworkers
i do nothing 
i type meaningless words
i take calls from unpleasant, unimportant people 
i sit in a farm where no life grows
i’ve killed myself again today
i leave at 5
i dive back into the sea of metal and concrete and idiots
i pick her up
i read to her and she reads to me
i go to sleep 
i get up at dark
i have a miserable life


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