the sky is blue

and deep
and if i stare long enough
i feel my body fall away
the way it feels when you look up
from the bottom of a pool
and the sound of this fourth floor apartment and the vp roaring
is similar also

eventually
my eyes fall to the ground
the same way eventually
you push to the surface

a small furry dog with a curly tail
and a pretty owner
shits
delicately
on the front lawn of the neighbouring apartment building
and kicks at the grass upon completion
of his task
a sign announces 1, 2 and 3 bedroom rentals
and a man swears at the curb
inexplicably

directly across from me
crowded balconies sit abandoned
in the bleaching sunlight of high noon
i think about smoking
and fucking
and other things i'd rather be doing
than sitting here
trying to work

my eyes turn inwards
the fan rotates
and
every four seconds
stirs the leaves of the plant
my bike smells of wd40
and this mixes with stale coffee
from this morning
and the cat litter
and the green "melon" scented candle

i hate the cbc theme
it hums from the television
out of sight around the corner
and i hate the breathless eager voices
of the victorious athletes they interview
even though
as they won
i loved them

a mirror east of me
tells me that i am overtired
and that my head hurts for good reason
it tells me my hair is unreasonable
defying gravity the way it does
and that the fan
still rotates
every four seconds
and the sky is still
almost impossibly
blue