and it's sometimes just the
twisted spires of trees. homework.
view out my bedroom window.
no smiles and always neighbors.
the sun is having an affair
with the dusky clouds this
season. bracelets soaked from
the bath. weekdays and weekdays.
medication to help me sleep.
my own voice is so loud.
invisible pattering of rain. watch tv
with me. delete, delete, delete.
t-shirts don't fit on my awkward
spine. everything tinted blue.
sound machine breathing. never
seen a car go down that road.
she doesn't use that quilt
anymore. the stories in my head
keep me going. get dressed for
dinner. pressing my face into
the comforter. everything turning
blue.