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Screeching schedules across calendars, fastly

Burning up minutes by the hours, waiting

Patiently for the hurry-up mode-

To activate.

Banging her toe in a tapping motion, gazing

At the watch no longer worn, she wonders

If she strung them together well enough-

These times of down,

These times of,

Should-Be-Doing-Somethings.

Would they add up to the hill of beans

Your mother alluded to?

Or fracture into pieces

Inside the matrix

Of our living?

Hmm.

She

Thinks.