day 12

Two weeks ago, my days revolved around grits.
The recipe, consumption, storage of grits. And bacon.
Which demanded just as much-- the oven
for an extra minute ruined a whole day
 but not enough is the same.

Now, my day revolves around pricing and graphics
and waiting for an email instructing me to go.
Two weeks ago, the music played on a loop,
I knew REM played after Filter and before Mariah Carey.
Two weeks ago, I knew people better than myself.
I knew the restaurant would fill, at least with laughter.

I knew. Now, I know nothing. Not if I would speak,
if I'd be crushed by both complaints and praise,
if anyone would miss me like I miss the grits.