Wiped
I am too tired for sex, but...
Wiped.It's only 4:00 p.m.,And my body is sayingMidnight.Who am I to argue with my body?The faxes didn't stop, they are stillComing,And heaven help me if the phoneRings again, And "she" wants to know if I amAvailable.Is there something unclear about"I am not in this afternoon"?E-mails, letters, files, binders,The onslaught of paperHas numbed me,Exhausted me,And now all that is leftIs a man, alone at his desk,Wiped!I don't...