18 May 2020

The Journal

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.

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