Premonition

I can see them. Even after almost being impaled. Still. I could die without even knowing. Instead, I don’t. I saw them outside today. Hot tea does that to you. Makes everything burning hot. Recoiling. As if they’re coming for me. Sipping. An old premonition. I can see. The people that were supposed to be here- But sometimes appointments have to be rescheduled. Downhill. I can see them. Ominous as hot tea. I could have driven to work to take my mind off things. The things that are like ghosts, and also like a pile of laundry. If laundry could kill me, I would never go home. That’s what death is. I decided to sleep in my car in the parking lot. An old premonition… Gets tiring to keep track of. Did I put on the parking brake? And lock the doors? I would laugh, but then I’d start over. And that’s what outside does to me. Carries me to my car. Never go home. So the premonition goes.