today i’m grateful
for the lives not killed for taste.
gobble vegetables.
bloody breakfasts
breakfast is a joy.
bountiful tasty harvest.
without blood rivers.
loopy
the choices we make.
the roads down which we travel.
the infinite loops.
past perfect
i see the future
through the bones of history.
digging up the past.
dead days
the day is a blink.
night always defeats the day.
where i find quiet.
boredroom
the holding pattern.
white expanse of emptiness.
living in boredom.