they never arrive

they stay busy

not to be busy, but to actually
survive.

the bee,
the bug, the squirrel.

the fox
wandering at night.

but we
are different we work
beyond

what needs to be done.

at the desk, the phone,
the screen.

nothing ever finished. we
work

to hide. to keep ourselves
from memories,

to keep ourselves
from all the tomorrows

that will never arrive.