Stifling

My days are carbon copies

of

one another.

The only way I can tell it’s a different day

is by looking at the

color

of

my uniform.

Today is blue.

Yesterday was maroon.

The day before that was blue.

Or is that today?

My breakfast meals are a blur.

But I do know that they all had Log Cabin

in common.

Log Cabin on waffles.

Log Cabin on pancakes.

Log Cabin on French toast.

But I couldn’t tell you which day I ate what.

The routine is stifling.