1:34am.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
The exasperation at this point has drowned erotic with the dirty bath water.
If you would be so kind as to spit it out,
whatever web I’ve woven deep in my limbic system.
Wake.Water.Write.The creature scratches.
Relentless.
Unforgiving.
Waking me inside a dream I wasn’t sure I was having.
Observing the observer
while being …
