no whimpers heard
through
glass,

wettest of the warning
labels worn
off,

did i blame
gravity

while refusing
oxygen?

i pass the
mask-

we syphon
tank

of drawn a
blanks

empties
fast.

settling into enough
space-out,

too much..
too flatline filler

for offlined mind
to suckle,

porchlight
flutters,

call the mongrel
by pseudo
name,

drag it in before storm
kicks beneath
the belt-

flinches felt
but not
seen.

winter semester’s
leftovers
flake
like

chalk
contours me

where aspirations
fell asleep,

screen flickers with
a younger
cast

poorly paid and
painted
over

convocation
portrait
of

any student forced
to ignore
spills

on dorm room
carpets,