moving on from midnight,
and the way it burned so bright.
my second time in Atlanta this yeah,
that's weird.
drinking tea and feeling
pretty good about it,
as a dog barks in the distance
and I check Twitter twice.
an ant crawls across my iPhone screen
and I let it live,
because the borrowed bed is big,
just like the muse far away in Manhattan.
I was in a foul mood,
but now I am fine,
both for no reason
other than living like a human.
I eat pity pizza,
giving cheese to carpenter ant,
waiting for the ceiling to fall
or someone to break into this guest house.
maybe a murderer can give me
perspective I so desperately need
at this interval history,
as secrets end and the middle begins.
it starts to rain outside,
I hear it beating the sun to the punch,
so I go for a barefoot walk
in cold post-petrichor.
a rabbit crosses my path,
and I smirk at first,
at the Easter weekend irony,
then I think about eating it our of Passover spite.