NEARNESS

I stepped into a compartment of the morning
I've never felt: the heart of dawn so heavy
with such a muted color palette!
colliding with the sadness of the days first inhibitors
the drunks are almost asleep and sadness is laying low
waiting for the afternoon to bring up the mistakes they made
in the shadows. the mistakes only true light can expose.
as a heavy fog comes so suprinsgly
i glance in the mirror to rescue my face

I take a pile of this,I collect a pile of that

and im wearing 12 different sweaters

just as the woman who wears all those unusual hats

I just cant stop pacing as I do these routines

thinking: Usually I sleep through his sadness.

And the operator is breaking all the rules..asking: what do you need this number for exactly?

I am sad and there are too many clouds...who who who are you?

I put my piles in a basket and light them on fire

like a match with a jumpy foot

waiting for his destiny.

As I brush my hair for the first time in weeks. I drift.

I remember the dream:

I walk in the front door

to set my own house on fire.

however the snow prevents it

and all we can think about is nearness

the addiction of laying side by side

the obsession of a kiss.

a body filling with feathers or with snow

asking: and who are you to strike this match

inside my heart inside my soul

like this like that

you are plotting out our double death

my face is turning hot

because your touches are deliberate

He was burning me down now;his weapon being nearness.

you are killing this house

like this like that

the obsession of a kiss

the concept of-skin.