I stare out at a room with a bed covered by a patchwork quilt.

The amber glow of the bed side lamp fills the room and leaks out onto the street.

The dragon huff of the heating vent rattles the wall next to me

Expectations collapse inward like the center of an origami star.

A blue lined black hole lays on the table before me.

Ink drenched notebooks sit beside it.

I’m finding the edges of existence in between exhales.