I see you over the top of this screen
but am too distracted to understand
brightness a bad map
in a pool of lamplight I churn
thoughts unclean
look at what we have become
in seven days America
the GIF of our president
shaving the head of his opponent
in the ring after the match
I was trying to say
serenity a lightbulb
let it crash to the floor
eager tongue beckons
I am not content
& so must continue
born of this nightly startling awake
O these late stars piercing through
I want to do the dishes so you know
you are not alone in this