I  keep a green cup between the
legs of my nightstand and the
mints of my wall,
and at night after I tuck edible things
out of my dresser's pockets
and into my mouth
and then again, into the open spout of my green cup
because mine never seems to know
how to retain any
form of sustenance:
I let it all spill from me and then
I lay back into the ruffles of my blanket,
rancid scents spilling through the air-
I'm breathing new again-
and my eyes fill as my body won't,
and I just waste
all over