The day dripping
Melting
Towards its final demise
The night uncovered/discovered
A cover for all the nights’ disguise
Either way
Making way
For the ticktock busyness of the fray
Time to dress/undress
Do/undo
Whatever’s underway
Such a lonesome stay
Either way
It’s ok
The where is neither here nor there
She said
She was
A crepuscular creature
Of neither night nor day
A potpourri of either way.
Revealing simply what she wants to say.
A reconciliation of either way.

don't ask me about the future
I don't plan on making it that far

I don't wish for tomorrow
I left my courage inside yesterday

I lied
I don't think I'll be here next month
I lied
I said it's fine
really
I'm so terrified
starting to cry
let me take it all back

don't make me think so far
the vast
corruption of my mind

I'm not making any plans

everything is so temporary
feels like
I never existed

summer has burned up,
blown past, the thermometer
sinks stone-like, its silvers
dulled in metal tombs
no longer spiking red.

the wet leaf hangs lower
on the twig, the bird balances
on the branch, the day
fragments, its grey clouds
flowing under swiftly
closed doors.