Thirteenth day has passed, but I’m still in the dark.
Droops of my eye socket, Cash in my wallet, droplets/
By droplets of Machiatto in the bin, on the desk,
Mechanic Texts every 7:30 pm said,
I am gone, I’ll be back, 5 minutes Cab, plate number/
576 6678 802 0808 92 95 00, On the cab. Back and/
How are you? Still busy, still not yet, still going, and back/
To the same o’ mechanic text expected, the same time, same text,
same said, same phone-in number, and a string of seemingly random plate numbers,
Same numerical string. Same o’ strain on my left leg up to my thigh.
Sometimes, on the right side.
Are sign of
I am still working.