Midweek blues & yellows
gas leaks, broken bike brakes, a
doctor’s appointment,
the smell of fried anchovies;
last night,
i tried escaping. halfway up the street and
almost crying, i realized it was cold and the walk would be
too long. turned around and gave myself a talking to:
this is not constructive. this attitude won’t do.
now the flesh on my thighs is sticky
from where peppermint tea is seeping through my jeans.
the sky has been a warm, dense yellow for days and
i’ve hardly even noticed.
tonight we’ll have cider, and cookies,
and discuss none of this.