whistling
raze
i
was
sure
i
heard
you
whistling
before
you
left
for
work
this
morning
.
such
a
cheerful
soundtrack
for
fumbling
with
the
deadbolt
on
the
front
door
.
when
i
asked
about
it
later
,
you
said
, "
the
day
i
whistle
in
the
morning
, something's
fucked
."
so
it
wasn't
you
.
it
must
have
been
some
avian
thought
that
brushed
against
my
brain
while
i
sank
into
the
last
bit
of
sleep
i
would
allow
myself
before
i
forced
my
eyes
open
.
i
hope
i
hear
it
again
.
i
want
to
know
how
fucked
the
day
can
get
.
220427
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from