maelynslavik

She sat on a bench in the park when I passed her and I said

Who are you waiting for and she said

He’ll come

He’ll come and I left and I came back and she was still there

He’ll come

My eyelids stay together

every blink

a little longer than usual wishing

I were still asleep

I don't remember not sleeping

last night

but I guess

that's just the way it is

first block

It starts with the smell

faint tints of gasoline

soggy leaves and damp surfaces

the air moist and wet as the sky prepares its dramatic soap opera.

The opening scene begins

a drop here and there