"everything will be all right just eat your breakfast"

artwork by Camilla Engman

in my throat in the morning, inescapable still at midday. i close my eyes on the metro, my limp neck propped up by the handlebar. the day is a gray one, it's cold for may. i swallow and it doesn't budge. the two hardest truths: god exists, and i don't know who to love.