notes to myself
torn in half, staring from
a mountain of trash
notes to myself
torn in half, staring from
a mountain of trash
too lazy to
turn on lights, I fish
darkness instead
lost in a world
where so many words
are smaller than sight
every patch of gray
darkens—and then sun
hides again
skirting two friends
stopped until their laughter
passes
a piano rolled side-
ways down a narrow side-
walk, children aboard
where are bees now?
the sun has lost
its honey
all the errors
remain—too angry
to forgive
I saw a dog
from my window, looking
as if I whistled
the L rushes
into a sort of battle
over already