Cream
Jul 26, 2017 · 1 min read

There’s a building the sun shines on
creamy
in the late afternoon.
I can see it from my balcony
where I sit reading.
And it makes me happy.
Then I bury my face
in my arm
the fleshy part
lying on the railing of the balcony.
This makes me happy too.
To taste my own substance.
How solid I am.
How real.
Creamy.