I enter smiling nonetheless
Room arbitrarily unmodified
Squinting through my
Fogged breath to fuse
Broken glass and their
Cuts. One forces the air
Out and the other sets
Its tangles.
Good morning, kitchen
Cold with light, October
I don’t remember
Skeptical of sex and
Place of mind.
It is four minutes past
Six, you are opening
The door, undone
Ligature. Lend me
Angular animal body
Moldy light blossom
On the temple when
I get hungry
My first call is to you.
Spill slopping
The floor I cannot
Mop it up, cutting into
The first of the month.