i wake up every day with eyes slightly
darker underneath, regardless of my sleep quality.
each restless night or malicious dream slightly
making me look older than i truly am
i attend to a job i despise to make money, slightly
making me wealthier. every day spent there
takes its toll on me, turning me slightly
colder and more hollow each day’s end
i consume caffeine on an empty stomach to feel slightly
more awake, but my body has grown tolerant.
each cup of energy makes me slightly
less jittery as i become more resistant
returning home I park my car, knowing it will get slightly
scratched by people who are poor parallel parkers.
i will pull in and out and in and out, slightly
brushing theirs too, for i am bad at it as well
being home, I get high to feel slightly
happier and at peace with myself.
my high seemingly weaker and slightly
shorter each time; i smoke too much
everything in my life is moving slightly
along, a slow crawl into the future.
at what point do all the slightly
moving actions catch up to a rapid pace?
Jack Deno is an Illinois native currently exploring his potential as a writer. He hopes to learn more about himself through his writing. He gazes at the stars every opportunity he gets.