Intervals of day
at different levels
lids partially off
jars of small time
want and fear
this and that
unfinished things
orbit my ascending
descent of moments
remaining open
peeling labels off jars
relabeling past
recognition
What was
my original color
and shape
another jars open
spilling itself
all over my now
like a dog i am
on my back
in the grass
Rolling in
I want to
smell like you
All day