Back to work

29/12/2010

The coffee machine rumbles like the death star into life.
The light is harsh. I feel like a bear, driven out of its cave,
Sat at a desk and forced to work. Now I am longing for silk scarves
And music; now I speak German and, teeth-gritted, proof-read.

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