Myronn Hardy

From where I stare ceiling cracks. Then the azure cracks of sky so many cirrus clouds moving. Your wool makes me itch or is it my lewd linger? Always here my back here. Blue duvet over me you. Empty peanut butter cookie sleeves over me you. Pretzel crumbs I’m watching too many terrible movies. We are in a terrible movie documentary. Dire leadership the world abhors us. We are being led to die. Cores of pears stones of nectarines strewn before your woody feet. This is what I offer. Forgive me for being who I am now. My skin graying from lack of green vegetables motionlessness fear a feeling of giving up. Even though you keep me from the floor I am not grateful. I am ashamed for being ungrateful in your peppy grayness. But the woe of now weakens me. I am weak in the strength of your steadiness.