this morning i woke up again in my new new room.
i rolled over and found myself alone,
my conspirator on the other side of door,
makeshift and laughable.
putting on a record that wasn't mine,
i heard two songs at once.
i stuffed my day into a makeshift bag,
smoked just a little,
grabbed an apple and slipped on out.
the sleet stung my face,
but not like bees,
which sting when the sun is out.
i wished i had had my camera
within my reach
to freeze the view of a truck's lights
facing my way, from a parallel parking spot
on the wrong side of the street.
or the older men and women
both with similar posture,
leaning against the rain.