The silence is so loud.
My back hurts
What else is new.
Cheat of the keto.
Eat a cookie.
What’s today?
Friday?
Sure.
Hung up a picture today.
Hammer and nail.
Drywall and a tiny whole.
Of destruction.
Future spackle.
Yesterday I Traded tattoos.
For railroad spikes.
Saw something out.
Of the corner of my eye.
The digital ghosts
With analog voices
Keep me in the kitchen.
That’s where I hung the picture.
Between the sliding glass door.
And the farm sink.