Leisure by Charles Rafferty
The darkness takes refuge beneath our bed again, and it doesn’t matter
that the sun has risen a minute sooner than it did the day before. We
have curated a warmth merely by lying here, and we take turns hitting
the snooze button. The dog has not complained. The birds will not die
down. We wait for the eggs to cook themselves. Art by Meredith O Neal Recommended listening: The Kid - Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith (full album)
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