The sun rises steadily
through pinks and blues
as the toaster makes a
sound it has never made before.
The burning smell has moved to my basement
and holes in the front yard
appear with increasing frequency.
Five identical cars appear from
behind a dumpster which is visible
from the window.
The lights flicker in steady
has stolen my pen
The car refuses to start in the
cold of february and
one of these days
the sun will fail to