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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.
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Angelica Tao
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