July 29, 2019
Her fever dreams hang a hair over the bedside -and down . over the white linen skirt, gazing into that gap - that place, where her thoughts tend to hide. And when soft breezes wake her briefly, between new conversations, with an old friend, maybe she sighs, that the sun still lingers, or that the icebox is so far away. down the hall, across the steps of cool tile, humming its favorite tune.
Michael Cheng works as a software consultant. He twiddles morse in his sleep.