…if i
go to bed at a
decent hour,
now that winter is almost here.
i hope for a
crippling winter,
one of those that sends alarm bells across the
conspicuously old money spindles
(i can see myself
swaying in the
reflection of the
monitor as i
type this)
(do you
see yourself
doing the same?
swaying?)
(i see my
hands
typing
and my
chest
heaving)
