the chime of a phone call awoke me.
the message was simple.
"don't come today".
The murky sun
peered curiously
past sheered grey
phasing in and out
like a kitchen light on a dimmer
or an oscillating fan.
I rarely taste this version
of morning breath much
anymore.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
