Saturday, November 14

*

i am
coming home, drunk
slipping into bed
and gazing out the window
i am
a vile of warm buzzing liquid
my electrons
undulate and meld with the electrons
of my bed
i am reassured
that my future career does not
matter
nothing
matters...
except maybe the cat
sitting on the window sill
that is staring at the
lake with me
and the silent stars,
suspended
in a sky so clear
that they are shining
through
the
thin
curtains;