Empty

I sit. at 2.7 million miles per hour. Me and the Dole bananas, the Aloe plant, the Amethyst, the dull yellow candle, the cup of coffee. The fly shoots along the kitchen table in quick spurts, bathed in hot sun, searching for sustenance. The sky is blue. The day is lain out before me. Empty. I sip my coffee. I rocket.

Bonnie’s baby was born yesterday. Her eyes are beginning to open. A soul checking out human-ness. Promoted or playing – the one who chose or the chosen one. I uncurl my fingers from my cup. I check out my autonomy. I could sail this avatar anywhere today. But freedom oppresses me and I take another sip. and sit. at 2.7 million miles per hour.