Sound in the morning
My cat’s at my door again
Making a big fuss
Broken down machines
Left abandoned in the woods
To rust and decay
A foreign language
Words I should know but I don’t
Memory has failed
Shouting and shrieking
Late into the deep, dark night
My friends never sleep
An awkward mirror
Left alone in a thrift store
It reads “IM A GINE”
Drive on the freeway
Music blares for me and him
Despite that; quiet