ducks dive
into darkness
i'm abandoned, boring, bench-bound
creaking knee

sullen hands that tear apart my sullen bread

cedar trees
mean nothing
with their whispers. they're mere trifles;
chill leftover secrets.

understandably i don't unwind.
i did not.
life coils, in this moment
i did not.

imagining tomorrow
beneath those pitch black mirror-lakes
my skin a swan
eyes shut.

(goodnight.)