Case Duckworth

Case Duckworth

amateur, cook, poet

Under construction

I'm working on this. There is masking tape on the windows, where there are windows. There is a sawhorse in the living room and a boombox behind the door. It's playing Noname, pouring it out like sunlight on the floor, like water from a pitcher full of rocks. I'm in the corner, bandana around my neck, taking a rest, right? Or I'm looking through the empty refrigerator again for something like a sandwich. Right?

Or I'm lost somewhere bright, it's warm so it's not so bad but I don't know where I am, there's the window of an abandoned house behind me, I'm running through a field toward a dark wood.

I don't know where I am but I'm getting there.