Years ago
when I poured myself
from a bottle of Kentucky's own
Jim Beam
my default
my neutral
my normal
was a deep
and oppressive
Foreboding.
Years sober
I thought
I was above, beyond, the perils
of anxiety
and dread
but hubris
is ever
the downfall
of Icarus, Oedipus, and me.
My job
has become twisted
and acidic
each day
increasing degrees
of unpleasant
with the sense
of some iminent
catastrophe.
But yesterday
I called in sick
and today
got sent home
due to the potential
of lingering germs
the rest and relaxation
were rejuvenating
a relief from employment strain
and hope of new opportunities.
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