Chair

Tick.

Tick.

Tock.

Creak.

Crick.

Squeak.

I feel as if I've been staring at my clock, in this half-broken, thrifted office chair for years,

decades,

months

weeks

hours

of my life lost to the things I must do

not the things I want.

('tis the season of graduation, and soon I will be F R E E to be a person.)