Morbid Swither > Status Update

Y’all, I haven’t being feeling so well. Signs of life are infiltrating, so I’m not inspired, rather threatened, or—more even keel—unprepared. The weeds that suddenly look, the wasps dangling in the eaves, the ants mesmerizing in the cat’s bowl. The tangible heat throbbing in the panes. But I’m aching, and I’m tired. I’m weary and I’m squinting and I’m furrowed. And the sun doesn’t mind.