No Stars Too still inside - the shades pulled down Lamp showing its efficient bulb in gloomy pale gray after glow The shadows grow my fingers long Quiet enough to comb my hair free of men, women, a child - that borrowed some butter earlier And free of dogs - their endless needs At last the day belongs to me But now the light has slipped away I mold in fetal memory foam Sink one deep crevice I might own Free my assumptions, and my fears I am dependent on the air of one small fan that rattles in a steady white noise, dull and lull A liability of moon is blocked no soft light in this silent room I am alone enough to surf the ceiling till I find spot and think of mud smoothed blandly there Why not a sky window instead? Why always neaten, hide, keep out the very things we should keep close
Posted on: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 01:35:14 +0000