nose jammed, headless
‘what day is it’
a bird cackling on my window bar
the garbage truck didn’t stop and rolled away
called my boss, ‘I am not coming to work today.’
‘What the hell! Even I am not coming today. HA HA’ he replied
‘Good,’ I said and threw away my phone
I shook my head to have a clear vision
my unfinished book was waiting for me
and it needed to be written down.
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