I only imagine Sisyphus bored.
It’s raining again.
It’ll rain all week, the weatherman says.
I imagine the weatherman bored, too.
The whole sky is gray and globular
like paper pulp.
I lay awake in bed and listen
to the man in the upstairs apartment
stumble, then snore.
As stuck as ever
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