The couch is scratchy getting under my skin like an aloof man. The night is buzzing from too much wine. Thoughts twirl in the air before my nose like the smoke from my joint. I get up slow headIng to bed forgetting to get water for my 4am drought. Running down and up the stairs activates my high making my heart pound like a kittens. The night holds my fears for me so I can sleep. I can't imagine what comes next in this season of pumpkins and pollen.
Sounds from the dark electric whirl of the fan leaves ripples in my ears. The hum of chimes linger well after the surge of wind. The munching sounds of Palm ferns spook rats and birds and me. The wetness of the gravel pings where cars splash mud into the trail. Smells of horses and red dirt flare my nostrils with gasping suction filling my lungs moist around the edges like an old mans smile. It's not convenient to be up at 2:17am. The mosquitoes are making me insane. The new moon has me shuffling around in the dark like my brother on the mental ward. The glow from my iPad is keeping my husband awake. The hit of pot I just took seems to be stuck in my throat. My cough dry like dust off an old piano. I can't imagine what comes next in this season of pumpkins and pollen.