@T. 19 January 2020 edited more from that month

Next Season

It would be my luck that on suchnight, such a night, indeed, a tree would hit me. Branch hung low banging on this head, cutmeinthegut tipmeintobed I burn the mattress – some hot knife through you know. Think about it and when I think about it only depression minor chest compressions drowning in a cup of water, I laugh. buckledover sunflower heads at sunset, necks bent that eastern flow, the night beheads me, as it does you, and my seeds stick to the soil. There’s a slight chill in the air it’s me – Queen of the couch and my thoughts storm up thinking that it is Saturday or Sunday or February, but it is Friday night and I am home.