Page 24--Burnt Sienna--Avy Kaplan

Electric lights illuminate our lives
And my mind cannot process
2 and 3 and 4 and 5
They’re all one blur
Of bright white motion
Watched until I wane.

Awake at last I try to see
If I can save my face today but
This empty car with cold blue seats
Communicates to me that I cannot.

I read a sign that speaks in faded red paint
So old that each winter more chips leave it
To migrate further south
It reads 95, but I swear I usually arise
Long before this time.

And people in their fervor
Push and shove and I awake
When Jackson comes
But not today.