when midday has the vibe
of late afternoon
I know I'm in for it
I know I know
nothing
covid and the wind
still blows
I consult my team,
smoke the crumbs
on my table
the night takes every
possible turn
the clouds interlock
in questions
soothing to
mind loss
I said I'm unhinged
no, half hinged
you said
you never know
if someone is feeling
cloudy or sunny about you
tomorrow the clouds are verbs
the wet, white roses
in so many pictures
I can't tell our difference
when the moon is right there
in the morning
the question of sleep
my dreams are
dark daytime
anyway
a bad theater
I'm undone because
(half done) the sun
is doing something
you had this snack
that was an egg
with a fig in it
you were like,
should I eat it now or later?
and I was like now
because you're glowing
like the egg, now
was slutty,
moony
revering...our curveball
this gentle evening
turning myself in
my dream there was
water and you were
comforting me
at the bus stop
and it was just
enough of you
to say so
