gaff
I wrote small medium espresso
because my mind wasn't behind the enterprise,
but following with them, listening to the quips,
I slipped.
fatigue
I slept for 12 hours.
I cannot seem to escape the exhaustion.
the robin
this bird, this bird,
flush throated,
dusk sung,
brings me home.
mind
doesn't seem
but is.
Still.
There.
