Tagged: treatment

time tries on each

time tries on each
forecast as if they
were delicate
capes, not to be
messed with, balled
up nor wrinkled.
we are much
too rough
when given
the chance

in between sleep,

in between sleep,
darkness fingers my
thoughts, conducting
a double blind
taste test – this one,
yes, this one is
real, and
not that one
– and
there is no bias,
no preferred
treatment. even
the first sign of
morning reveals
no answers