Wires Still Fall

I am I am I am

whatever the darkness says I am.

hearts are not angry fists and the silence

is nothing but a kitchen with the light on,

the gas still running.

it isn’t forgetfulness if there was nothing to remember.

the city doesn’t sleep and I should, more; deserving

breakfasts that mean something and dances in dresses

I do not fee l like burning. the champagne is illegal

and the light in the bathroom flickers when the water

runs; the water is always running.

my sunglasses are broken and the hat is seven sizes

larger than my hands held clasped. the headaches

are not aches – they are reminders.

flip the faucet.

turn off the lights.

dinner is burning and the calendar is always on the wrong month.

I feel like September; my hands are February;

the date says December and it is

too cold to see my breathing.

I am I am I am

goosebumps down my own neck,

a hole in the scarf.

dinner is burning and the paint is peeling and

I do not understand snow.

#HS