Fan blades dry the inside corners
where my nose smooths into cheek bones.
Another yawn wide enough to
pop the click track where my jaw dislocated
all of those- has it been two? One. All of those
months ago. It does not hurt anymore.
The teeth have almost worn new grooves
to align. Flex the muscles of my legs
until my ankles click and tremble
toes loose from under sheets and a blanket.
Summer will be here soon. The days
are got shorter. Slowly release and curl,
tuck up, with my back to those damn fan blades
and listen to my blood rush through my veins
echoing inside the pillow dampening.
Snort running nose and sigh. Too cold for sheets
too warm for blankets. Turn the fan to low or
cook inside. Overcast was promised, not rain.
A chance, perhaps. Tangled, tangled in these sheets!
Summer will be here soon. The days are got short.
Why sleep at all. Morning sun will be returning
from errands overseas. Did you finish your chores?
Breath a few wheezes and open your mouth,
something is gotten to your nose and swelled.
The futility, laugh and regret the shudder,
how long have we been in bed today?
Paw at swollen, sleep crusted, eyes that have not
so much as blinked. Forty-five minutes to sunrise.
where my nose smooths into cheek bones.
Another yawn wide enough to
pop the click track where my jaw dislocated
all of those- has it been two? One. All of those
months ago. It does not hurt anymore.
The teeth have almost worn new grooves
to align. Flex the muscles of my legs
until my ankles click and tremble
toes loose from under sheets and a blanket.
Summer will be here soon. The days
are got shorter. Slowly release and curl,
tuck up, with my back to those damn fan blades
and listen to my blood rush through my veins
echoing inside the pillow dampening.
Snort running nose and sigh. Too cold for sheets
too warm for blankets. Turn the fan to low or
cook inside. Overcast was promised, not rain.
A chance, perhaps. Tangled, tangled in these sheets!
Summer will be here soon. The days are got short.
Why sleep at all. Morning sun will be returning
from errands overseas. Did you finish your chores?
Breath a few wheezes and open your mouth,
something is gotten to your nose and swelled.
The futility, laugh and regret the shudder,
how long have we been in bed today?
Paw at swollen, sleep crusted, eyes that have not
so much as blinked. Forty-five minutes to sunrise.
