i wake but try to sink
the world with my eyelids
my body tries to blend
with the ripe springs
and stained pages
of our hunt
for forty blinks
my resting mind
questions what the sunlight hours
stretched and uneasy
will expose me with
i plead with the firelight
return to the dust
there always seems to be a hare
in his lost-button pocket
ah how sighing smoothes
softens the mood
and smiling eyes
bend the spacious air

a few moments more

my heart is the forsaken home on gates street
with an open door
and broken windows, strangers
will come here
a draft moves through the old skeleton
when the lonely bones
shudder, moan, rasp
“no more”
the intruders use her body
steal specks and portions
none will notice
they utter
except i will
i will
silent prayers
each atom is so crucial
picking at my core is foul play
who will pay for these damages?
one two three
keep breathing

i am left responsibility.

my cat is my muse.