distract yourself with a poem
you’ve never heard or read before
realize your visions
as you comb the bathroom floor
i am a frozen midnight
no, i am a peaked dawn
losing my resourcefulness
and picking up the lawn

dance on tattered windowsills
relieve your breathing, soon
and disguise your sordid loveliness
for a winced swoon

and with a cold breeze, deliver
yourself into the sun
and watch the night fall