am i lazy
or is it the day?

twin sheets creased
to form my
shadow

knows not to
lay still
,

abandoned cup upon a window sill
over looking
the car
lot

unfriendly but
well lit.

binging
on nostalgia,

headlights flicker through
spun sugar
fog

of events recalled
wrong,

coated in
cotton,

caramelized to
the teeth,

face down in
powder

sweet breath
masking
grief.

must we talk this
through the
roof
..

hangs heaven ready
to cave in
..

my brain’s not to
be trusted
true

the heart’s become
the only
part

worth shielding midst
collapse

still beating
though much slower

in this taped off
house of
rats.