Poetry from Noah Berlatsky

The Day

The day.

The day.

The day.

The day.

The day.

The day.

The day.

The day won’t start.

The day won’t.

The day.

The day.

The day won’t.

The day won’t start.

The day won’t start.

The day.

The day.

The day is not.

The day is not.

The day is not.

The day is not.

The day is not.

The day is not.

The day is not.

The day is not.

The day is not.

The day is not getting.

The day is not getting.

The day is not getting anything done.

Anything done.

Done.

Done.

Done.

Done.

Done.

Done.

Done.

Done.

Done.

Done.

The day won’t done.

The day won’t get done with me.

The day won’t get done with me.

The day won’t get done with me.

The day won’t start.

The day won’t end.

The day won’t start.

The day won’t start.

The day won’t start.

The day won’t start.

The day won’t end.

End.

End.

End.

End.

End.

End.

End.

End.

End.

End.

The day.

The day won’t.

The day won’t.

The day won’t.

The day won’t.

The day won’t.

The day won’t.

Won’t.

The day.

Won’t.

The day.

Won’t.

The day.

The day.

I’m trying to get my life organized.

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