i shiver under the covers so i
get up and put on a jumper
the roads are quiet
the street light spreads silver across the lawn
in chilly october and i have some warm milk
hour after hour passes by i read a little Roth
and a short story by Chekhov then a poem by
DH Lawrence the cold twists my shoulders and i
sneeze twice it is odd i am not panicking not angry i
am for once truly at ease being with this darkness
instead of trying to sleep her away or grasp her between my fingers
she is rather harmless, really
already she is thinning slowly
i will watch her go
the first tram trundles to a stop
picks up an early passenger and rolls away
i boil myself an egg and start writing this
“i do this i do that” poem
the sun is awake
tomorrow is waiting to come in
nights have more comfort than i know these days
It’s art but I’m sending love and hugs anyway; just in case. ❤️
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