Directions

Full up

Winding down

Worn out

Turning in

Nothing left

It's all right.

It hurts everywhere

Creaking. An old screen door on a spring hinge that smashes back into place with an agonizing clang.
Stretching. A rubber band yanked out of shape that snaps back into shape with a pinching sting.
Ripping. A wash rag caught on a nail that shreds back into filaments with a jagged tear.

My body is a bit worse for the wear this evening.

Cats, three of them

get OUT

go AWAY

LEAVE

you are shedding on my clothes and scratching yourself on my material gross

i wanted to wear those and use that

we are not friends

WE HAVE NEVER BEEN FRIENDS

OUT

also you smell.

Think

I'm less than I thought.
I'm larger than I thought.
I'm weaker than I thought.
I'm louder than I thought.
I'm slower than I thought.

When I thought at all.

That's why I don't.

To Augusta and back

Rumbling road below and on into never-end
Clean dusty plastic sanitizer recycled air cold on face and bare arms
Glare of a purple sun through black lenses and rows of green-blue leaves on trees
Deep sharpening ache in the empty space across lower back

Drove for hours today.

After midnight and before 2

Wrung out.

I'm not feeling feelings

I'm not thinking thoughts

I'm blank.

I should be dreaming dreams.

To bed with me

Sleepy, I am.

Running out of TV to watch already...or rather, I am bored with much of it.

Waaaaay too early in the summer for that.