No words, gray light,
only rooftops out the window,
black and staticky.
No birds, no squirrels,
only bruising car-go-by sounds
and Vaughn's voice
from out in the living room
as she runs like she's not supposed to
back and forth with her brother,
“I'm a blob of dust.”
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment