The lights are yellow.
The puzzle is calling me.
The dog is snoring.
I am slouched on the couch.
I am wearing long underwear
and slippers.
There's a book about writing on my crotch.
I feel crotchety.
Insecure.
It's a millennial thing.
Am I a millennial thing?
When I lose focus, I become abstract.
The lights are yellow.
The plants are shadows.
The traffic is in the background.
The definite article haunts me,
it wants me to be the best and final one.
I am neither.
There is another book on the couch.
It is a series of callbacks to famous artists.
I am abstracted.
The house is quiet.
I am hungry.
I will pee.
Roman Ryan 