day 3...
hope is a train wreck
dew eyed and prone to hysterical sobbing as you lean your head into a sofa cushion, as the long day fizzles into a dying horizon, as hope dangles sweet relief from its smooth mouth, the glint off of hot tracks as promise becomes a streaked mirror, a bumblebee drowned in rain water pooled in a leaking birdbath.
-kab



















