Book Reading
Published in
Apr 12, 2020
most of them left during the prologue,
squeaking and quaking some 20-year-old wooden floor––
gone — I pause for a breath.
through the thinning cloud, faint light,
the smell of trees and grocery-store wine,
far off the stage, I spotted a pair of hands
steeping teabag in a camper mug,
readying himself as I exist:
Chapter One.
