Fragments (#89)

My life has become a series of fragments
seperated by cups of coffee;
stacks of dog-eared books fade
to lecture slides and surprise tests-
flash forward to scratchy nylon polos
and “please hold, Jeff is busy”
until the lights turn down
and I hit empty,
only to refuel with a lukewarm cup
of the house blend.

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