both storms

the food falls
onto my shirt
it’s official –
I’m ill
for the long haul
and the animals
look at me
strange
with round
glass eyes
all beautiful

let’s see what
I can come up
with while
the storm
rages up the
trashcans outside
the windows

I look at it that
sleep is
split
right down the middle
there seems nothing
I can do about it now
why not listen to
some music
and complain
a little less?