It's Still Life

6 Watts

six watts?

the old woman
puts one hand
on her hip

and gestures
at the roof
with the other.

so you don’t like
figgin’ fog, eh?

well, neither do I.

it makes
my lungs hurt,

but I don’t
play dead

and dribble
all over myself.

the roof
drips.

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— from The Old Woman’s Weather

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