this morning #30.

this morning, the space between calm & the wall wasn't all that distinct. to think of the moment when it just pressed in & it all grew thin wasn't easy indeed. the radiator lady she sang through the chill. she tried to ignore her as the moon fell & still, in the morn she awoke to the clang of the terrible jangle of makings of pills & ambition & frills. sundays were dry. the radiator lady clanked, but she did all the laundry. she did all the chores. moreover, she reset her life & held out for quiche after noon after reading the news, after scrubbing her face fresh & clean. after all of that prep, she was ready to step out & keep up appearances still.