grease flames (tripping over bodies)

the unfamiliar silence in the morning

Photo by Shivansh Upadhyay on Unsplash

For once I don’t set an alarm,
so I wake with a series of slow, confused blinks
around 11AM. The coffee machine should be empty
by this time of the morning, but I have a weighted sense that
there’s plenty left in the pot for me. The homing pigeon
pursuit of caffeine sets me to stumbling across the kitchen floor,
tripping all the way over…