Heroic Register
I imagine a bed in the middle of a room.
A vehicle that makes no noise.
We eat well. We eat and end full.
We have an audience that receives us
attentively. They ask questions
we wonder about.
This is all that happens.
Our answers diminish.
Each day feels like standing further upright
from a crouching position.
The menace fades from people. The rain—
Plume: Issue #134 October 2022