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