i don't know what time it is

by philip gordon

on the way home from 7-11
falling asleep felt
very tangible
across the street there was
a dead tree
and some old power lines
i don’t think anyone
has ever loved me

philip gordon is a creative writing student from Vancouver Island, an editor of the literary magazines Ash Tree Journal and text, and reader for PANK. His work has been published in Vallum, The Puritan, The YOLO Pages, theNewerYork, (parenthetical), and in numerous other places. philip is a sex-positive pansexual feminist, lover of shades, and proponent of the Oxford Comma. he can be stalked at twitter.com/greymusic_ and grey-music.tumblr.com.