I can’t hear the smooth
The grandiose verbs of nature
I can’t hear
Look inside
Mechanical Anxiety
There are moving tears on the face of every passerby
A giggle in my upper stomach

This morning the sun
Didn’t peek through clouds with shards
Of light

This morning was muted but bright
Like a blushing giant and
Half smile

This morning my eyes closed again

Someone is reading the biography of a mangy dog
He understands the fleas and wandering haggard
He processes behind thick-framed glasses costing a weeks worth of groceries
But what to buy anyway