right now

as i lay in bed the fan blowing across my skin the windows blocked to keep the cantankerous sun peeking in at dawn the soft sheets under me the ceiling staring down oppressively the clouds thick from the tropical storm to the south the taste of cherries on my lips the howling dogs the honking horns the constant aches in my left shoulder my right temple a neighbor drinking beer and tossing the empties down in the grass a siren somewhere off in the distance planes circling overhead the wind in the trees the ground still radiating that too long summer heat of trxas a story half written a poem half thought

all happening right now

and all i do is lay here alone wishing for more

not content with a whole world existing simultaneously

nothing makes sense