sirens and expiration dates
Places and I have a three year expiration date.
I live a place one year, I start hearing the siren’s whisper. Time to go time to go time to go. Two years, it is not a whisper, it is a song. Time time time. Three years, and that siren is a freaking banshee and the call is hard. Go go go go go go.
The call is hard today.
And I do not know which I am doing.
Or running to.
I need to run.