Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Morning - Two (Listen)

Blind in the dark, I am awakened by the warm thick purr of a cat sitting on my head, breathing deep and slow.

I wander through my morning, chased by the gabble of talking heads on the television, until I drown them out with a whirring blender to make my smoothie.

On the way to the train, the sidewalk clack of footsteps behind me phase in and out of syncopation.

The half-heard electronic clap and shout of hip-hop leaks from the headphones of the blank-faced kid riding with me and everybody else through the roaring tunnels of Brooklyn, all of us drowning in sound.

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