in pieces
I was broken at 7:00
I lay sprawled out on the floor with one music, one work, one day and one conversation
That was the last Bach that I was listening to, that was one job that I had lastly chosen for that hour of the day; that was the last conversation I had been having with Death.
Splintered into Vogue, Home Décor, Business India, Economist, RSVP, odd cocktails, dinners with casual hint of status anxiety, bazaar list for the week, recipes, random notes,
Photocopies, letters, congratulations et al…I was playing dead
I lay broken into pieces, fragments, falls, failures and faux pas
It felt good to have stoned eyeballs, still lungs and stolen life
All compacted in a stony form hogging the dust from the night before
Choosing a halt instead of a race
Separators were not issues anymore
Files were folded and stored in silence
All had ceased to one with that one pause in the play
Choking on chores beyond choices
