Introduction

My therapist wants to know about my relationship to work. By tiana clark, i hostle up stream. Poke balloons in my chest, always popping there. Thump, thump. I snooze, wake and go. All day like this. New book, new post, new ping. A new tab, then another. Papers on the floor, scattered and stacked,. so many journals on broken white spines, waiting. Did you hear that? New new i start to text back ellipsis. Then i forget. I balk. I lazy the bed. I wallow when i write. When i lie. I throw a book. Clifton, to day