and the day washes over me
and my retina is strained
and the dog has broke his leash
and he is talking to me in French
and the day washes over me
and everywhere I go
it turns a few degrees colder
and the colors deepen into themselves
and the day washes over me
and the man with the apron paces below
six rows of track lighting
and the day washes over me
and I think of Billy
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
and the day washes over me
and my retina is strained
and the dog has broke his leash
and he is talking to me in French
and the day washes over me
and everywhere I go
it turns a few degrees colder
and the colors deepen into themselves
and the day washes over me
and the man with the apron paces below
six rows of track lighting
and the day washes over me
and I think of Billy
