Little Black Dot

it feels, out, much later than it is.
i feel like i didn't accomplish what i needed to today,
except i don't know what exactly that is.
which is annoying because i did a lot of things.
it's sunday and i have no reason to feel lazy.
but it's still sunday and it's something about
the dishes in my sink
after all this time and the story,
which i hate all of a sudden.
o, it's just something
about sundown and dismay.
rest day. restless day
and my mixed up sensibilities.

also, i'm starting to feel like i'm middle-aged
with all this going to bed at ten business and yet somehow
it can't be helped.