Running waterin the bathroom sink 5 51 am pink streaked sky Tara’s washing for work the freckle face girl is gone I am glad to not be going to the diner glad that Cricket is one room over but there’s something else the water stops Tara walks downstairs Bye I say but she doesn’t hear me I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time
the front door slams the ceiling is a soft gray wash above me I listen to my breath watch the clouds unfurl turning a gray early morning into a glorious pink magnolia sky listen to my breath listen to my breath listen to my breath I stand up step on my pillow open the small cabinet above my head run my fingers across the spines of my books stacked in the cupboard until I find the short fat paperback I bought at A Room I slide it out this is my religion I feel s
