There is something alive in this blue sky

Recorded voices come in through the window.
It reminds me of my Mexican studio.
June, I take off my shirt and leave it on the desk.
It smells like my mom’s laundry. The sky is all blue.

There is something alive
in this blue sky.

It looks like a beautiful day
I woke up with a calm mind after two or three of these delicious
moments in the early morning when one open
their eyes but not their consciousness,
they turn around and go back…