shifting minutes
sorting thought
today
yesterday
today
ten years ago
15 years ago
one week
20 years ago,
memory serves me
a bottle of champagne
memory serves me
a warm face cloth
memory serves me,
memory serves me
heart ache,
and I try to turn back
back and forth
back to back
back to numb
back to sleep.
theres a light on in the hallway
and I let it into the cracks of my eyes
and cracks of my imagination
and I pull my underwear on
sorting thought
I’m asleep, awake
laying on the couch
staring at the dead,
The Dead Sea Scrolls.
shifting minutes
sorting thought
shifting thought
sorting days,
staring at the dead
and the dead see scrolls.