I stood outside in at the corner
of my house where my favorite
tree bows heavy with thick green
while two birds fought behind me
two slashes of white and blue
while the clouds hung heavy in the sky
promising a flooded basement
I could hear you run your scales
diligently and slowly
as you do
every single day
and I know
though we've never met
that if either of us
ever left
I'd miss you
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
