the sky changes from (filthy) yellow to (antiseptic) blue (littered with rose-colored crumpled Kleenex clouds, their dark bellies half hidden, facing away from solid ground, upturned like poisoned fish) some hospital floor of the dying

the death of the day

hand in hand with death of the

self, to be reviewed

the sick phoenix sky

consumed with an actor’s woes

bites the glass pill tonight