the words miserable and memorable are too much alike
as in an empty letter
that does not fit any of the categories we know of
i do not hear much anymore with the knowledge that
i have buried my left ear deep into the pillow
it seems to help a bit

my throat seems a bit blackened in the back as
peppered people will not dare to admit
there is something to say for hanging out of a window that
looks out on the cats of the neighbours downstairs

as peppered people will not dare to admit there
is something to say for sleeping with no intervals on
some levels this is a normal morning i
do not eat meat anymore no one offers to do the dishes
for me i watch while you eat and break what remains of yesterday
down the middle

and then i imagine we
are laying together on the bed
that is the universe
the streets feel softer
i have found some feathers
in my armpit and we are
all angels we jump we
jump we can see how we
bow to each other