*

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;