If I give you things and you don’t take them…
February 10, 2012 § Leave a comment
I still tried to share what I have.
If only they knew what i was up to
plotting under this patterned bedspread
with my hair out and my feet under
gears of worry (hands-on working)
every fingertip on 9 and 1
tapping 2012 morse.
I saw a baby fall out a window
saw a dog creamed by a truck
was approached by homeless people
who had hearts that looked like black fists
careening down the middle lane at a red light
hands-on work (hands out)
but I have this bed and this red covered down
dreams within dreams that are clocks within clocks
and I wake up to my alarm
bolting upright with a siren inside.