Pardon me this mulch of monthly emotions
Pardon me my mixed mental agenda
My personal referenda of ennui
A lethargy lengthened to thirtyish day cycles
Of internal wiring gone wild, still
Menstrual due to the stressful
Weight of what we do, we do.
Doomed to plod on and on and –
Knock knock at the door? Tap tap?
A pocket-vibration instills chills: