So much has happened since we last spoke.
The rain beat on my window all
If only sleep was the answer.
My body is full of unused energy;
I walk slow on the balls of my feet.
I was always bare feet and blisters,
I wear socks now sometimes.
I’m turning into something.
So much has happened since we spoke.
I read and read and read
until all I could think of was the A&P
and the desert.
I’m not trying to hide,
aren’t we all?
The music lifts
itself out of the speakers
near the couch.
the fridge hums its light