tired!!!

Cut in half, you stopped eating for a while. Simply forgot. The air was dead with whole families of fruit flies inhaled at once. Your own skin made a lonely noise.

At the back of the bus later staring at your hands. What were these for now? That’s it then, you think. That’s the end of being a person. And the day drives on into weeks anyway.

One morning you eat half a pear standing over the sink. The dead face of fruit stares right back at you. The not crying at the sunny window. That is something. Some words on paper about it.

Just how did you stay on? You cannot imagine. But here's you pulling down handfuls of life from the trees again. The rotting flesh under your shoes smelling sweet as you reach up.