I always puddle into pools like this, Seasonal and such.
It is Monday, It is awful but it’s sunny, and the ocean is

Before me, like a wrinkled dress, yawning. I am
scheduled for an early morning adjunct course, I am 

going to quit my job. The country is a cataclysm, I’m 
going to quit my job. I dream of Egypt and the pyramids 

from my jade tea shop. I dream of sitting in a quiet
room with waves calling at the window sill, a drink 

or two. Drunk. I dream of weeping for a hundred years. if I 
were God, and someone died, I’d pause the world to mourn. 

Michael Jefferson is a poet from New Haven, Connecticut. His work has been featured in various lit mags and publications, but what really matters is his love for A Goofy Movie and Spirited Away.