2022-03-06

shovels

Play pinball with the liquor store girls into the dead hours of morning. Watch them stagger, laughing, past the empty swimming pool of the apartment complex. Door slamming shut absorbed by the silence of early morning. I am alone again between the dumpsters and the starlight. I realize fully inhabiting a moment won't stop one from wanting to relive and gasp for it, over and over, in the coming shovelfuls of time.