It is gray when you wake up. It is always gray. This is something you only recently noticed, and now you can't unsee it. It is gray gray gray and then sharply turns black and then you wake up and it is wet cotton gray again. You have little sense of time in the grayness. …
from the ashes
You are unsure of where the guilt comes from. Do they hand it to you mid-conversation? Do you conjure it inside of yourself like smoke? Do you find it on the street like a discarded soda bottle or Sunday coupons, sullied and stepped-on and yet you still pick it up, still claim it as yours? …
People in Parks 