another sunday night listless in
reality. bliss-less in unforgiving
tragedy that doesn’t quite become
you.
you made the most out of sunday’s.
when you’d throw the windows open
and sing doo-wop with your hair pinned
back.
foggy smells and pine. another lifetime
marginalized by your propensity to care.
time is an illusionary concept and i
slip
in and out of it l…