The sound of glass breaking,
shard-rains
Still-sleep keeps my world dim,
in mist
I'm rowing a canoe,
across a black-mirrored surface and--
Someone is yelling
Curses
I pull up at my soul,
drag my mind from
side-to-side
My bedroom door breathes wide
and my fingers twitch
like dying spiders
I fight my eyes open

This is the start
of my day

A bird has flown through
my dining-room window
It ***** uselessly
across the laminate floor,
bleeding in brush-strokes,
dying
then still