one month

Posted: July 7, 2012 in hidden admonishment

Sammy’s cage is in pieces waiting for me to wash them and load them into my car.
She is in her travel cage eating seeds that I gave her out of guilt.

I’m definitely regretting this.
Dragging my feet.

Tomorrow, when I come home from work…I will no longer have a Sammy bird.

I might cry.

In 14 days, I’m getting on a plane that’s going to take me into the thick of shit
I don’t want to deal with.
During the four days upon landing, I’ll have to decide
where the next plane will land.
And before I go
my goal is to sit quietly in the center of emptiness
entrusting my debt to a PO box
and my keys to a drug addict.

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