(2) The jugular falls in a triangular way,
on that window sill
where my elbows sit
and they make
a triangle
hands on my chin.
An A flipped upsidedown.
A V waiting to be redrawn.
Lines are boundaries, lullabies
Lure me to my dreamstate
sleepwalking foggy down the hallway.
Perspective merges then radiates
the doorways and the staircase
windows are now stained with color
they used to be clear
we could see each other.
(1)
The jugular falls in a triangular way
the plans we made when the stars were bright
flipped upsidedown
Lines were drawn boundaries
Crossed eyes and lullabies
lured me to my dreamstate
sleepwalking foggy down the hallway
messed up with guns and the occult
felt squares and grandma's quilts
lit cigarettes on the edges of the ledge
that window sill
it's such a small thing
it's no big deal
it's just chipped paint
that window sill
where my elbows sit
and they make
a triangle
hands on my chin.