Bought special glasses
for viewing the eclipse,
went all the fucking way
to the island's western shore
to buy those special specs,
only to leave them sitting
on top of Sartre's "Being"
when the darkness rose.
And today of all days!
Monday's usual curious
shotgun mixture
of early-week hope
and casual despair.
Only the strongest coffee
can possibly shore up
my pierced defenses.
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