Time/A Shallow Grave

Watch the sun stain the brick

city to city

breeze to breeze

clock in, out

down with doubts

fear is where you find yourself

when it arrives it might change everything

like an unexpected relative in town.

I’m sick of everything my money can buy

reading labels

like tombstone inscriptions

though the difference is little

deliberation is endless

between shallow or deep.

I’m not ready to start digging.

The watertowers look human to me,

can have empathy for anything,

if danger was a foot

I couldn’t feel.

Guess that’s what I get for wearing heels.

I wasn’t running any way.