Friday, February 15, 2019

if you can go home while it's light. 
can you talk not fight.
lulu learned when she pushed the button on the elevator with her nose a voice responds, 
what's your emergency? she looks at the speaker wondering.
i don't know what to say about the emergency. i fail to respond. i'm queasy. i fall inwardly.
i feel like i can't breath, from the cold and anxiety. i feel so cold and sad. i can't breathe. 
for a brief spell i played with lulu. the cold receded along with the anxiety. so, bereft.
come home now, 
there's little light left.

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