Bent

Sometimes lives can be saved by 10PM breakfasts.

I woke up with a start and saw imminence in my coming day.

I did not eat. I did not rise. I did not stop.

10 hours later I found that shops would be closed if I didn't react fast.

I brought some soup and continued.

I thought of him only a little, which was weird.

2:20 AM I finished.

And noticed.

Paper that covered my floor as a new messy carpet.

Flour on the kitchen table and Mozarts? Requiem on the radio.

Parrot's whistle from the neighbors.

And that lately I am reminded of this lost girl all the time... not liking her pictures because of the cigarettes and tiredness that they reflect, not being able to say the right things or be the right person for her company at the moment... a relationship blown into invisibility. One of so many this year.

You are on my mind.

You are safe in my heart.