Now,

I live in a box

it’s grey and golden.

I sleep next to

You sleep next to.

Now it’s

time to shuffle everyone in

so we can hopscotch out.

and when it rains on us

it sings great songs

We’re going hum

(when we’re old)

But

now,

We’re cynical

We’re in worship

and it’s going to end

unless we make it out,

I know.

I like when you stick to

my sheets,

Cradled inside the bottom of

my mattress,

Dipping your toes within the foot of

my bed.

I feel like heavens should send down wine,

ease it down down down

my throat.

So quite after, night specters reveal

perfect deterioration of mind,

as is the search for liberation

as is the search for repose.

A Reason to Not Bow Down

He bowed down to her,

He knew why.

The simplicity

Of her as his was worth

The abandonment of pride.

He looked into her pale brown eyes.

He knew

She was a quiet woman,

He knew

She did not move him.

Yet with his two knees down,

He thought,

Goddamn, she was perfect for silence.

He asked for her because she was effortless,

She was decent.

He stared at her seat

He knew

She would receive him,

He knew

She did not love him either.