Outside My Door


the garbage truck is making garbage truck
noises. traffic is whooshing over the bridge.
the sky is gray. my mother just hollered at my
father for him not to forget something, but he
probably didn't hear her, he's deaf in one ear
and can't hear out of the other. the neighbor's
dog is barking at my mother. the dog doesn't
like my mom.

the world is going about its business and i just
sit here in limbo, waiting for a piece of mail that
will help quell the anxiety i feel when i think of
bills to pay and people to repay. i'm suspended
in amber and it colors everything the color
of dying sunshine.

i sleep while the world spins.


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