Light without end

There’s moss growing on my bathroom windowsill

overlooking the abandoned dove’s egg in the rain gutter.

Things are moving slow inside me.

I bought a summer dress that should be here by my birthday

as if I’m sure I’ll need it as if the world will keep spinning.

I hope to have chocolate cake soon.

Each morning is a new ache from my feet to my neck

and my battered spirit is becoming numb which is worrisome.

I look forward to fireflies.