a day like today happens periodically

cold dim day topped with a layer of indifferent clouds the birds listless hungover on berries or bellies full of the bland sky everyone at work the street quiet like the middle of the night but gray and empty but for some butts and stains a broken piece of wire and unknowable clear glass shards still aching from a day gone wrong after a film and dinner unable to create anything bigger than a broken soul stunted by words old habits left alone in another room of someone else's house phone calls made and unmade down hallways staircases invisible work still only partially done