Two American Sentences, and One That’s Not
These things that fill my hours, these thinking things are my hope and heaven.
I have rendered myself into sweat and spit; a pimple and a hump.
I‘ll remember January for an open window on the rising sun, and a bird’s siren song.
©️ Misky 2020, West Sussex, 23°C, sunny, Locked-Down: Day 70.