Shades and rays are penetrating through the shutters
Citations had tried badly to break out the papers
Colorful sofa didn’t match the tropical pants
Who’s to undress first?
Standing up, waiting in line to be next
The parallel wall curtain was self-indulged to block reflections of lipstick mirrors, TV series running too late, shouting too loud over carrying on propaganda of tattooed arms, immaturely attempting to raise a fundamental question to be answered until tomorrow’s appointment with time that strictly refused to take it slow.
If she won’t…
Electricity down, she’s at her element.
This afternoonish vacuum, was her true birthday wish.
Gifts lying under this shiny plastic tree, someone else’s Christmas.
She’ll be having a bitter-sweet brand-less caffeine-free orange-yellow room-temperature tea and take a nap with an invading somewhat inviting street cat named Remember Me.
Eyes open, daydreaming, the rest of her body parts pumping unhurried blood to wherever life intertwines with reality.
