Sitting here

Sitting here waiting

Another day, another dollar they say

But I want to focus on rest

The sheer nothingness and everythingness of it

The Brooklyn apartment

Heating up in the sun

Cool “breeze” from our window ac

Listening to the soft humming of the tv

Waiting patiently

For the day to start

It already has

Oscillating between patiently waiting

And slightly less patient waiting

My small bird of a child

Comes up to me

And asks, what rhymes with moon?

And I say, soon…

We’re leaving




How many years


No months

Let’s start in chronological order

I forgot the order

How does it go again?

Eyes fuzzy


Too tired to think

To write

Back aches

Belly bloated

No energy for this

For life

For the return key

Or backspace

To do it all over again

I don’t think that I would

And I’ll just leave it at that-