August Insomnia
He slowly replaced the receiver like somebody who had just used it.
He slowly replaced the receiver
like somebody who had just used it
to strike himself
hard,
several times,
on the skull.
Midnight, blue leaves swarming against the glass.
The pregnant child alone on her front doorstep,
the starving moon.
He slowly replaced the receiver.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.