in between days, one less morning, less years.
heart slows a rhythm, our rooster caws thrice.
the first ambulance beats me to my ears.
apneas and dry-mouth, some water with ice.
my feet skipping at the smell of coffee,
our baby laughs at my wife's dawn charades;
soapy pans clanking, speakers play Croce,
whisks and eggs to scramble, potatoes on parade.
the food was good but i feel sick
with the rooster and the siren calling
me back to bed with the smell of a candle wick,
dawning my day clothes i feel like bawling.
a bottle saved for later, when there's time.
doing the things we want once we find them.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
in between days, one less morning, less years.
heart slows a rhythm, our rooster caws thrice.
the first ambulance beats me to my ears.
apneas and dry-mouth, some water with ice.
my feet skipping at the smell of coffee,
our baby laughs at my wife's dawn charades;
soapy pans clanking, speakers play Croce,
whisks and eggs to scramble, potatoes on parade.
the food was good but i feel sick
with the rooster and the siren calling
me back to bed with the smell of a candle wick,
dawning my day clothes i feel like bawling.
a bottle saved for later, when there's time.
doing the things we want once we find them.
