There are no comfortable positions in the bed they used to share.
He flips at regular intervals, both the hamburger and the spatula.
With the morning slouching toward him, he stares dimly at the spot on the wall where he knows the calendar hangs.
There is not enough light in the sky yet to see more than shadows.
When the shadows evaporate, when the sun rises, it will be two years to the day since she died.
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Published by mikepowernyc
Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine, among others. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.
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