I stood in front of my window
looking out across the grey sky as it rained
my flannel shirt still damp from walking through the rain
or perhaps simply dank from the fact that
i've been wearing it for the past three days.
i stood looking out from the third floor
slowly eating chili and drinking milk from a quart
with a straw that I had taped to the carton
so that it wouldn't drop into the milk
so i wouldn't have to fish it out with my fingers.
and i just thought
like
goddamn
this is the most beautiful moment of the month.
looking out across the grey sky as it rained
my flannel shirt still damp from walking through the rain
or perhaps simply dank from the fact that
i've been wearing it for the past three days.
i stood looking out from the third floor
slowly eating chili and drinking milk from a quart
with a straw that I had taped to the carton
so that it wouldn't drop into the milk
so i wouldn't have to fish it out with my fingers.
and i just thought
like
goddamn
this is the most beautiful moment of the month.
1 comment:
Post-birthday, pre-party batch of loneliness, fried up in some pan that ought to've been retired a long time back. Closest to a beautiful came when I'd sat with my dog, in the cold, in fresh-cut grass near morning. But whatever transcendent insight that should've brought will have to come a little later.
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