A taxi has its blinker on, and the car behind it too.
The taxi is black and white. The car is black. I am still sad and wishing it were otherwise. A tiny child toddles next to its adult. Neon jacket girl with gym bag. Maybe tomorrow I will get up earlier and smell life in the morning air. And drink some coffee and get things done. If I could write my insides to the outside... If I could spill my sorrow to the street, soaked up by pavement porous as my fingertips... I'll try again tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow I'll be well. (c) mbscarpa 2016 |
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March 2016
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