as the sun rises
intrudes round the edge of the blinds – a square
shirts on hangers, some in the very umbra
on the line, that I hung myself
with nails to the moist walls
Hanging Bodies
as I hang them after a day
maybe several days
giving up, flat again
to air
to vent
to reinvigorate
one hanging for each day
I must have died four times this week
am I getting sloppy