Ink Well

I sit at the kitchen table, listless
my discipline is falling asleep
my head resting on an open palm
tension blows through the open window
bricks on my chest and sand in my shoes
my lips jerk and stretch
a half smile rises… fades
falling asleep, I feel like I won’t get rest
I leaf through the opened mail
Apollo’s bored, he said in his letter
distraction, how mellifluous she tempts
I turn on the tv and recline
a squid swims behind glass, behind glass
on channel 32

Colin Momeyer lives somewhere in North America. This is his second appearance on spread.