First light dances its way across an empty car park and paints itself into my closed blinds,
Everything is so blue today
In the corner, a towel spins repeatedly out of focus
I understand nothing stands still
I just liked it more when it didn’t spin.
I’ve drowned my throat in bottle after bottle of water,
Will I always be thirsty?
The water must be broken
Fuck it all,
Fuck trains in the distance,
Fuck the car that left at 5am,
Fuck shared gravel parking lots,
Fuck blinds that let the morning light filter through as though it’s welcome