I haven't eaten all day,
outside that cats wail like
an ambulance siren.
Then everything goes quiet,
like the body of one who has died.
Inside the kitchen I drink
from the right side,
of the faucet.
I wait for the ladder to disappear,
to the attic
to the ceiling
to the roof of my dream.
I throw my soul into the garbage disposal.
I tie my shoes,
with the ink from today's newspaper.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
I haven't eaten all day,
outside that cats wail like
an ambulance siren.
Then everything goes quiet,
like the body of one who has died.
Inside the kitchen I drink
from the right side,
of the faucet.
I wait for the ladder to disappear,
to the attic
to the ceiling
to the roof of my dream.
I throw my soul into the garbage disposal.
I tie my shoes,
with the ink from today's newspaper.
