Hawkwind in ear heaphones and am moved

yet again

to tears

I am drinking something unintentionally bitter

sip sip realize slowly fearfully

the sun is pouring into the corner it is spring

picking off the ants from the windowsill

count them

five seven nine

unwanted intruder fertility spirit brings tidings

beaming I am alive in the age where I assumed

I would

be shrinking

Ursula Carroll is a writer and translator in St Louis, Mo. She spends most of her time thinking up knuckle tattoos and taking pictures of vanity license plates. Her work can be found at ursula.rocks

silver machine

telling time