Daybreak in November

My desk is covered with ‘shoulds’
and some overflow to the floor. 
Morning finds me regretting 
my weight gain in the dark. 

I want to avoid any stretching 
and I’ve used up all my ‘feels’. 
Now my watch is demanding
I answer all my texts. 

The thermostat has left
and the microwave has coughed. 
I’m out of toilet paper
and the world keeps spinning on. 
Blurred, angled microwave

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