Jack hammers outside my window
A sticky heat on the air
The fish tank bubbling across the room
A lamp flickering an incandescent yellow as I type.
The smell of dust floats through noses
And pillows are strewn across
The pink carpet
Like sprinkles on an ice cream cone.
The keys clatter away
Under my spider like hands,
Flittering about like broken birds.
A car door slams
A screen door opens with a creaking whoosh
Then promptly falls back closed.
The fish continue to swim as they always do
My phone vibrates periodically,
Yet in this state of do-nothing and boredom
Time seems to halt
Or at least slow a little
Like molasses on a frosty evening.
