Sunday Dog
Poem and Art
I offer myself the delightful leisure of floating in the direction of idleness. My bed is big enough, for me and my memories and all the shadows that washed up on shore. I endure the heat of the photograph burning through the iron chains and continue to drift in the calm waters of an uneventful day smiling like a cephalopod who has seen butterflies for the first time. I’ve made peace with the fact that life can go on without me. I am like everything else, unnecessary, yet inevitable like a choir of flowers whose melodies turn the gears of a sigh. It does me good to lie still on my bed still as a newborn and invisible like my breath letting God pluck the strings of my nervous system and watching reality unfold clean and pure without my opinions to muddy the quiet.



This is the kind of state I’m trying to achieve without it being muddied by guilt. It’s beautifully painted here 🖤
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