Who is the awake? of
cold rainy fingers dripping top
hat to foot

wave wave to the shadow tied to this wall as if
it wouldn't recognize you as if it
wasn't obligated to return the favor, as if it had
a choice

and who is the laughter? disembodied and
floating through hallways, indistinguishable
anonymity rising and flailing again as if light
makes all the difference

don't we know it?