drawing on the blank, unlit screen of your phone
using the oils on your fingertips.
smudging in the sharp slanting light in the morning.
six slices of bacon swim in the hot black coffee
filling your otherwise empty stomach.
your gut churns and turns over and over.
a fan spins above you
and its shadow casts very actively.
in the corner of your eye it flutters
like pigeons’ wings against the wall.
fast and frantic.