Friday, October 21, 2011


Awake in the breath
of ghosts after
a nightmare supressed
night, unlocatable feet
no discernible floor.

It got cold last night.
The room pushes me away
as I move from the bed
out of the blankets

Cats are disobedient. Halls
are haunted with disorder.
Estranged breakfast.
I wait for the sun.


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