Fatigue

I’m tired. 

Tired-tired. 

I sat down at a bench outside of work for a minute to avoid the door blowy thing that is meant to keep out bugs and I stared at the gum in the pavement... each black spot and imagined it being mixed in a vat and pressed into sugary paper and purchased at a store to be plucked and chewed, collecting chia seeds from some bad-breathed CNA’s teeth to be angrily spat out upon the ground where it fossilized into black Rorschach ink blots that looked like peacocks...