mar 1

Another first.
Thirst.
Fist.
List
of to dos and not. The surprise sun makes all else
irrelevant.
For this, we waited so long.

Chicken bones-molehills of sick, like a rhubarb pie filling. Crowded paths of feet and an elbow next to mine when plenty of space... a missed alarm and eyes closed, I allow the sun to make my eye lids see through...

I see orange. My lids are thin. My imagination elevates beyond..

pen down.