Somewhere something menacing is happening
Overtaking the mind cantankerous me, here inside the apartment. No longer making plans, exciting friends, hosting
More than a before noon call to maintenance or planned visit from someone else’s friend- concocted thirteen months ago. What has made them so afraid to ever allow themselves to enjoy, the chance at sour or sweet, umami, or something in between vexes these feet under-beat.
Seemingly never to trammel a midnight sidewalk or sweaty cramped R&B/Soul Dance party.
some third floor walk up
stranger’s unfurnished creative space
Friday untied to Monday
— The End —