"considerings" poems
These are the things that guard the frontier of sleep:
the endless flow of the future into the present, and the present into the past;
considerings of decisions I may have made but did not;
The choking sound of a floor fan and simultaneous yearnings for silence and comfortable temperatures;
School;
That six-hour ******* nap I took.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC