Wednesday, April 17, 2019


there is only this weight
hollowing out my belly

there is no strength in my hands
sleep is a fugitive thing

i wake with skin vibrating
and breathing shallow

how many times will i turn
sheets wrapped around me like a shroud

the intermittent flicker of the clock
insistent and implacable

steel yourself for the day, the week
fold forward and set your feet

this is all you have left to do:
step into the light