a sunday afternoon:::
bare blue bulb
coloured cloth&a
desk above me.
everything eerily lit.
forts make me happy.
good:::this is good.
hello kitty pjs on.
in this place
january is suspended.
karma and
lust don't live here.
my safe place.
no cuts, bruises
or wounds here.
pandora playing
quietly through the
rest of the room.
sushi eaten, in the
trash bag now.
under paper&plastic.
very carelessly I perched
water on a
xerox knock off box.
yes. I could live here.
zero years have passed.