okay fern, bring it
friday & cold the dark
grasps the heart &
squeezes lungs caught
half-breath & the streetlights
flicker in wind-swirl & squirrels
just waking & the dogs next
door deciding no not today
& nothing stirs but the spoon
in my coffee mug rattling me
to dulled senses & sure the bed
calls me back & I should pick up
but voicemail is a helluva thing
that's easy to ignore & so forward