Out the window I watch the barges on the Cumberland River go by.
I have a better idea of where they're going
Than where
I'm going.
Than where
I'm going.
I wash the almond butter off my spoon.
Who knew a girl could be entirely composed of
Apples?
Who knew a girl could be entirely composed of
Apples?
Coffee grounds cake beneath my finger-nails
As the water slips from
Warm,
To tepid,
To cool.
As the water slips from
Warm,
To tepid,
To cool.
Plaster from last week's
Flower catastrophe
Flower catastrophe
Lips itself around the
Gaping holes
Of the basin's bottom.
I scrub away at it.
I feel listless when it doesn't budge.
Gaping holes
Of the basin's bottom.
I scrub away at it.
I feel listless when it doesn't budge.
I incline my ear to get through it,
Hoping I'll hear something
Hoping I'll hear something
More than
The drone of m o u r n i n g.
The wood under my feet
Feels like
Every
Every
L o n g day
Without you here.
I turn off the water and return to
My empty bed
To sleep off the sad.
To sleep off the sad.
Last night I slept for 15 hours.
But it just keeps coming back.
