the day spilled over

and I am sick

the light is ***** and yellow and sticky looking

I’m waiting for your call

but I dont want to sleep

I dont wanna look in the mirror

I dont want to do anything

death seems simple

close your eyes

write a letter

maybe a kiss on the cheek

before I go

I’m just worn out

its a bit simple

but a litte too simple

for me to let go

I see you come through the snow

work boots pinching your feet

I remember childhood novels

about married women and things

and its all good

sometimes it takes your worn out face

to remember why I keep kicking.