warm itch

My father
Number 8
My mother
Number 7
The pens were all dried up
So I had no release
And the computer wouldn’t turn on
So I just sat outside on the gutter
And the concrete was warm,
bits of glass suck to my calves but didn’t penetrate the skin
and after a while I became itchy
so I took a walk down the middle of the road
and kept going
I didn’t really know where one suburb ended and the next began
I didn’t come home till dusk and it was getting cooler.
I had a nice day.
I’ll do it again tomorrow.