Venting 4
So
tired.
Up
from the
car, in-
to
the building,
stairs,
open the door and shut,
I trudge
past
the books,
typewriter,
junkmail on the table,
through the dark hall,
into the warm light
of the 45watt-equivalent LED bulb next to my bed.
I undress
and burrough
under
the comforter.
And sleep
creeps into the room.
Copyright © Jack Webster | Year Posted 2019
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