Comfort Food

There’s some days

That piercing ring prevails

all systems suspend

no reboot, the icon revolves

splendid in perfect orbit

I’m shutting down

System overload

All the voices say nothing

so I will sleep

the dreams of the Dead

Shelter in place

wrapped in blankets of memory

Those most familiar and intimate

parts of your mind

Only your key to unlock

So we’ll pretend today didn’t happen