Without Him ~ Amy

I am lying naked

on the bed

(our air con is broken).

 

I watch a triangle of lights form

while

I play with my own triangle.

 

The mosque sings.

 

The traffic has such beauty

at a distance. ItĀ glitters,

a hesitant carousel.

 

 

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