TGIF

I match too well.

The pain,
ad nauseam,
until function is erased.
Sitting sloth like in a slump.
11:11 a.m.

I'm useless.
Thinking slowly,
Sinking slowly,
waiting until the lunch bell rings
at 11:18 am.

Fading in and out of focus,
spelling out the words I know,
sitting here and waiting
for the clock to read
3:59 p.m.