7 pm

i imagine i’m slated for beheading at 7 pm
i will most likely have dinner beforehand
cooking early so i could digest prior to perishing
i have 4-and-a-half hours left until then

the current moments feel good, passing slowly
like i have forever left; the house is quiet
my cat’s sleeping near her purple zany ball
its chip-sized battery depleted years ago

i will be sure not to read or watch a film
for fear time will zip past and then boom:
7 pm’s double zeroes bulging out at me
sort of like those loops on a noose