Nonsense

humming overhead is soft and rhythmic.

body is numb and thoughts of being touched does little to return life to limbs.

in error i’ve checked a work email to find added irony in added responsibility. it’s 3am and laughter is suppressed in the lowest of extremities.

a feline sleeps on my thigh as i write knowing my state is one quarter awake. sleep writing is my nemesis because he’s an insufferable tease and infallible strait.

the part no one hears is panting from ravaging the mind, tossing consequence from pathway to pathway and finding myself on the same strip of runway calling his name while searching frantically for a plane.