May 2016
In this way it begins
With waiting
Grey light and white time - blank, uniform.
In this way it begins
Passive, at two in the morning
Not quite nausea; not quite discomfort
Inexorably awake awake awake
I can’t write my way out of this.
With waiting
Grey light and white time - blank, uniform.
In this way it begins
Passive, at two in the morning
Not quite nausea; not quite discomfort
Inexorably awake awake awake
I can’t write my way out of this.
Written by
Jill D Barker
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