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
