22:37, Ailing Thing
This page is a yawning friend.
It's not late, but it's
late enough.
I've sat down with a '96 vintage
red from Merrenon, trying to
coast myself into a state
of only-half-aware.
My mind is cruel to me when
it grows dark, tempting me to
peek out of curtains
gazing at neighbors and strangers
passing along the streets that
pounce with energy at night.
If only I could.
