Glass

is this witchy?
my thoughts are cloudy
this is weird: my mind is clear
in this hyper-chlorinated pool of humanity
you’re very clean
i give up
is this hunger?
i can’t remember
this is strange: we’re just the same
in this insatiable, unstable subspecies
you’re very sweet
i give up
flies woke up, confused
sprung to life
and spring all here and everything
sleeping on the kitchen couch
sun everywhere
you’re very clear
i give up
why put the light on?
why put the light at all?