Most days are without sympathy for change.

I can't drink coffee without
dribbles running down the side.
I can't leave the house
without a shit, shower, and brushing my teeth.

When I'm done with my shower, I
brush my beard
and my hair.

When I brush my teeth,
I can't help but gag.

Every morning,
it's rice, eggs, and
some kind of meat.
It's coffee, maybe
orange juice,
or a couple glasses of Kool-aid.

I wear long underwear--because
it's March and
New England is
cold and
wet.

I wear two pairs of socks.
I wear two t's and a flannel.
I wear a rain coat.

It's eight miles of
biking
to get into work, then
eight hours,
at least,
then eight miles home.