porcelain BOWLS

Cold tonight. Cold that cuts skin, stabs marrow. Unable to sleep like this, only fake it. Cold that makes you think of gods awake in gutters. Gatatea unable to get warm. Secret teeth.

Bike around. See things you should not see. Go home and still see scenes you wish you had not.

Call a friend still up in California. Say, Do you feel numb? No, the say, but I did when I lived in the city. Am I bad for this? We weren't made for this. You are surviving. Still feel bad.