an ode to air conditioning

sliced my finger
lost the barcodes
can’t find cables
or my list

sweating over boxes
(forgot the handcart)
ripping stacking freaking out
(forgot my drink bottle )

but now
sitting down
everything is just fine
because at least
the air con’s working

(still having a bit of a creative dry-spell… I personally blame the madness of work at the moment. 5 hours of textbook selling at an English language school is certainly enough to drive you stir-crazy – especially when you’re bombarded with tricky questions when you return to the store, and manage to work an 8 til 5 shift with no proper breaks. Boo-yah!)

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