Monotony 1

In the morning we blow glass orbs and wait for them to explode.

Every day is the same.

Monotony 2

In the afternoon I mine my morning’s memories. I drink too much coffee. Yesterday with cream. Today with cream. Tomorrow with cream.

Monotony 3

On my third cup the first ball explodes. Tomorrow with cream.

Monotony 4

I gather the shards. In the light, refracted, I discover new words.

Monotony 5

At night I don’t sleep. I take my words, shards, my unexploded orbs. I throw them into the furnace. They heat the house.