up here

angles of light mixing with shadows on the roof, the wicker endtable filled with water from rain, when was that rain? the plastic adirondack chairs from my ex, tanning in the sun beside the generator which cozies up to the Dewars bottle half-filled with a hundred tombstones… the sun bouncing off the screen onto the wall and the floating dog hair, the sound of the Knocks in my ears, the water grateful it’s not ice and me writing this now.