Someone else
The sun through my window is jaundice yellow
it burns and sweats like a fever.
Heat presses close
against skin,
damp small of my back,
the stealing hand of a lover
or suffocation.
Everything is too real.
The sun through my window is jaundice yellow
it burns and sweats like a fever.
Heat presses close
against skin,
damp small of my back,
the stealing hand of a lover
or suffocation.
Everything is too real.