pi & anne

I wrote more in the few last days. The humans and their news are making me glare and swallow hard, in between I cook and clean and build lego, the Stranger Things set. Got a basic training on autism yesterday evening. I’m making plans for this year because this is the way I deal, I live up to dates. I’m having coffee in the morning at the kitchen table and light that candle, and I want to swear, loudly, vehemently, madly.

heavy winter clouds
we’re all voyeurs
intently
scrolling through
the lives of strangers

from human to arcane to common immortal enemies

at noon
a fresh warm spinach
salad
in my belly
i’m finally awake

a daisy
crumbles
to dust
the normalisation
of any human behaviour…

in the building complex mould stains everybody’s liberty