Monday

A bus full of people

Tired eyes and air pods

Jackets.

The weather shakes nervously

Like it might rain

or snow.

The clouds move like thieves across the sky.

I burrow into a book

In search of invisibility.

I feel like a siren.

My car has a hole in the floor

A tear in the metal

That's teaching me patience.

At home is a bed

I bought for a lover.