The Bloody Doors Off

You walked into my house last night
I couldn’t help but notice
A light that was long gone still burning strong
You were sitting, your fingers like fuses
Your eyes were cinnamon

Stolen Car, Beth Orton

Woke at 2:30 am to a blood sugar low. (That’s been occurring of late.)

Woke again at 5:30 am and stayed upright.

Strangely, I feel calm. Nothing like yesterday.

Not gonna scratch that surface. Might discover something I don’t like underneath.

I had confusing dreams of city transit buses that led to nowhere.

Of riding subway cars that stalled as soon as they exited the station.

It was light out in the middle of the night.

I didn’t know my destination. Except ‘home’.

Which probably meant here in the Distillery.

I can’t be sure.

I can’t be sure how the day’s gonna go.

But I have hope in today.

And that’s more than I could say yesterday.