February brings March
Sunshine feels warm to the touch. As if I could reach right out and shake hands with it. Introduce myself as the grass and explain to it the color of green. Like cool air with the smell of wood. It's seasoned, but not salty.
Sunshine would introduce iself as church bells on weekday afternoon. Sounds like children playing on swings. Higher and higher until each platform is kissing one another. Warm.
All the inticacies of my apartment are flooding the whole house. The space in between the drop ceiling and the actual ceiling hosts the 'ceiling animals.' The roaches that come in seasons rather than streams. The closets that have to be entirely redone to fit correctly into the door slots. The jungle landscaping with the seasonings and church bells dancing with each other. I hope they don't gut it. I hope I can stay.
Sunshine would introduce iself as church bells on weekday afternoon. Sounds like children playing on swings. Higher and higher until each platform is kissing one another. Warm.
All the inticacies of my apartment are flooding the whole house. The space in between the drop ceiling and the actual ceiling hosts the 'ceiling animals.' The roaches that come in seasons rather than streams. The closets that have to be entirely redone to fit correctly into the door slots. The jungle landscaping with the seasonings and church bells dancing with each other. I hope they don't gut it. I hope I can stay.