darkness and i sit
for a cup of tea
gentle pull, come closer
the world ends at the doorstep
the threads of my shirt begin to blur
rubber bands snap
stars fall
wrapping and constricting
sweep me away, take me
vague desires hang plump
from the ceiling
waiting to be picked
but
bowling balls hit the floor
the lights, oh the lights
turn on
flood the room
suffocating brightness
it's time, oh, oh no, oh no no no,
why is it time
for question number three.
tangled obligations
sometimes you just have to say no.
walk away
but always look back
