Monday, October 27, 2003 I slogged through traffic Swimming through soup. My eyes tearing from the smoke in the sky, My stomach gnawing on generic dry grains Half asleep still, foot tapping the brake Listening to NPR, too tired to cry Recalls, strikes, And now the hills are on fire-- I'm sick of my home in the headlines. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.