5/31/2015

lately I have found
mostly everything
of mine's simplified

and my breath rattles
three or four steps at
a time, keeping in uniform

with my eyelash batting
and i have so much to say
like speaking of the G train

or the wooded ravine
in Prospect, the sandy
spurs stabbing shins in cape may

and so something that
would have been so
delicately put only

some months ago
seems like only a wasted
little movie reel in my head

as i sit sedated,
suicide watch girl
grey and sleeping.