8/13/21

A fly keeps me company at 3 AM.
I grab the swatter to regain my solitude, and inadvertently Snap Out Of It.

I wouldn’t harm a fly, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t.

It isn’t real
I blink.
this isn’t real
I roll my eyes and carry on.

This goes on in the background 24/7.
A call to return to the grave, fall in and pull the dirt blanket close.