Sitting In The Window

see, there’s a breeze
it doesn’t do any good
coughing into a wall
lungs constrict
day-long shoes glow
around feet Kicked up
in the chair
narrow passage way
more strange conversations
with self
Rudra one-two paws the door
sleep comes at the oddest hours
so much time wasted
and you can hear the
neighbor cough too
chill dealt to back of neck
autofill
ear rest
old paintings

phantasm on the run

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