the bill and a smile

morbid premonitions of tomorrow til it comes. untrusted others read my memoir and I am hunted down for answers. pitchforks and punches in the side to stir eyes open. another day to sweat through. lady tripping on tram line finds her feet in time to see another Saturday. three hours of men in suits shooting windows and each other. nod off into phantom headrest and the empty spaces. questions for you I cover in old sheets in the attic. the light won’t get in anymore. clear the dishes and nudge me off with the bill and a smile. I free the chair for someone else.