Desk Distractions

Monday Monday Monday.
I’ll write a poem about a lampshade because why the 🦆 not:

Running fingers over ridges,
thumbprint details dizzied and subdued.
Coursing over larger heights and sinks
than its own design.
Its own uniqueness equalized,
adopting the familiar asymmetry.
The downs drag and ups flutter,
absorbing the noise.

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