I stare at the sky and all of its colors and shades, lights and darks, reds and yellows within its deep blue. The sun elongates the shadows created by my body and my black ‘77 Trans-Am parked on the ... [+]
I muse my bed deep think to the ceiling I hungry the biscuit tin lazy the sofa watch an old war film—in each shot a horse dies I worry a text riot emojis laugh and cry and laugh and cry until I'm all wrung out sometimes I feel a compulsion to fall in love ponder the beauty of jointly planning a life sometimes I feel a burning need to tear open the car door at high speed just to see what happens