I’m often on my feet,
standing in the kitchen,
cooking a grilled cheese.
Burn it black.
I’m collapsed on the bed,
drying my eyes in the pillow,
wondering why I always fuck it up. Oh. I forgot to flip it.
The sun settles behind the buildings.
A shadow unlocks and comes through my window to heal me.
It takes my hair and puts it behind my ear,
leans in to whisper,
“I am the same as you.”
The same!