Klor

The painkiller wears off and your cortisol races. How many hours left until you can turn it off? There’s a wide sky full of stars outside your window, the tropical evening is warm but what can I do from inside a palace? There are journeys we take that do not move us anywhere, and sometimes just standing still will change the heavens around us, how strange it is. My roommates write new tales of invincible mice and all I can think is how I long for that wretched, dirty old tenement room that is mine.

It’s a blessing to see riches
Where no money lies.