ｓｕｎｄａｙａｆｔｅｒｙｏｕ
by Joey Mercer
the furnace drones on
the refrigerator rumbles
an electric buzz behind the plasma screen
the flat is noisy, heavy, hazy
the patchwork paisley chair has
a hundred stories of muted earth tones
string lights stain rods and
cones deep within retinal retainers
sleep is a feverishly dreamt expectation
its the evening here
the morning there
there are seven billion things to be done