it’s tuesday – midnight to be exact
sleep is here but i’ve asked her to wait as i release a few more thoughts
things feel out of body so i focus on one flower, one stem, one baby and her breath
he and i never went away to spend a few days together, but for what it’s worth we never left one another either. even without skin I’d remember what it meant to be touched.
slightly smiling i realize there’s a zoo on my walls while staring at a holographic momma giraffe who with the turn of a head becomes her baby. if only care were so easy that one might shift their gaze to hold another beneath their wings
so many disconnected avenues all come together here to admit need for direction.
in a few hours i bet on a marathon, some broadcast reruns of i love lucy in black and white, all so i can pretend i don’t see red.