propane ran out last night
right before my shower
ten days before moving
should be 103 degrees
fahrenheit, 39 plus c
that day I’ll be glad
rising too soon
getting it done
one of the kitchen bulbs
the weird, long kind
is flickering, flaming out
I’m not sure where to buy a new one
sponge bath wasn’t bad
I let the water boil
the clothe was scalding
pores opening I could breathe
I don’t breathe these days
I walk I sit with time
heart ker-thump-ing loud
Birdie loves my singing
“…momma loves her babe…”
“you slip out of your depth and out of your mind…” Thin Ice, Pink Floyd
