28 Feb

A violent interruption of my sleep
where the cold air and the red soil turn into
the thickness of the bayou.

A cozy community of commuters
descend into weirdness together
Flickers of light onto our dark faces,
waking up to the smell of fried chicken
and the sun kissing my forehead.

We have arrived.

~Edward Austin Robertson


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