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.