Bills

There are bills piling up,

in a desk drawer

that only opens from the inside

a stuff of adult nightmares

seeped into our psyche

like a weekly newsletter

you don’t remember

having subscribed to

but don’t unsubscribe

for fear of missing out

we are here, and only here

waiting for a miracle

licking the envelopes

opening our mail

just doing our jobs

paying our bills.

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