insomnia

I am paying attention to the way Time withdraws while Solitude widens; I feel your fingers in mine, I think I will not sleep, I will be here in the moment. Rays of moonlight stretch across the ceiling. My lips work across your shoulder. There is a fury as my tongue parts my lips; There is…

anxious

I have to focus, now I have to focus. Thoughts come through racing Screaming they mean anything more than My own fear. Break that down into Little bits.  And look at it. Look at it–white despondency Tied around my neck, A string of bayonets turned inward Around my stomach, Cancer growing concave in my skull….