Here
comes
the last
act of
my work
holiday,
I watch
the world
honk
and vroom into a
melancholy
sunset.
Thank
you, luxury.
The
little mercy,
my gift
for a day
—a slit
in the
blinds,
bloody binds,
it expands my horizon.
From
dour LCD walls,
to a
greyish, Lutyens' green.
