Never mind the piles of paper stacked
up on my desk.
Never mind the seventeen missed calls
flashing
on my phone.
Don't worry about the wall of sticky notes
covering my window
my book case
my face.
It's not as though I use my wall calendar for anything
other than looking at the pictures of
puppies.
Why does it matter that the clock is an hour slow?
I'd forgotten it even was.
What's important, is that
I beat your high score.
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