#cloud poems

[cloudgremlin]

Late Supper

It’s 9:30pm and I’m

standing here in the kitchen,

All the windows open,

cutting potatoes open,

wondering how I can survive without something so integral.

Because so many people write poetry about love and romance and

here I am,

cutting potatoes open,

all the windows open,

standing here in the kitchen at 9:30pm

stomach empty, mind full.