12 january 2022, 10:10pm
reliably precise, single digits march into the clock’s night sky
with the clacking of keys to punctuate their departure.
the afterimage of neon numbers sear my eyes,
mimicking distorted traffic lights.
hands branded by a desk’s edge
are overturned in a mockery of palm-reading;
the added lines intersect existing creases, askew
as they cut off paths carved by the fortune of years past.














