like the first taste of a frosty beverage
and the morning sunlight
and everything else in life.
Tonight is a migraine night
and a thunderstorm night
and the sirens don’t really help with either.
The TV is loud enough I can hear the weatherman
from the door of my bedroom
where I’m standing while I decide
if I’d rather sprint to the safety of the closet
or hope my aching head gets obliterated by debris
and this moment
like every moment
is the perfect time
to think about how everything