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
soon…
nightshiftsister 