bassinet
Always emptyalways on the move
cradle her head
make sure
that she can breathe
the room
is silent at night
the door open
only an inch
to let
the light
from the hallway
crawl inside
and drape over
her body
holding her down
until everything
is still
Sin
There is a place
deep inside
where nothing makes sense
anymore
holding the rail
hand slides down
metal loops
carved out
before the house
was built
before the doors were carved
from wood
scene by scene
plays out
it empties itself
from folds of time
where we do not
want to go
closing eyes
in bed
we pretend
that nothing happened
white walls
but there
is nothing
pure
Smear
Looking onto you
faces twist and turns outwards
I roll down the grass
Insomnia
Roosters crow
the early morning coffee
at hand
sweet cream
sugar
in my bowl
I lag towards
the cold side
of the bed
you haven't returned
and I wonder
where you are
Molly
Burp
curls
four
legs
bowl
empty
sit
come
and
see
me
cover
up
go to sleep
No comments:
Post a Comment