Saturday, December 24, 2016
A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.
This morning's sunrise cast a startling shadow: a mantis tearing the wings off a fly. On my windowsill between the sun and the wall: a fallen god's eye caught in the arms of a plastic candelabra.