I roll over, death grip on my lived in duvet like someone w i l l rip it from me Barely awake, bone tired With last night’s dream hovering in some near - far place I blink my eyes stretch my fingers W I D E until the little bits of skin in-between Feel taut like a rubber band Holding Hold Snap it shut as if to blare: Fresh start to a new day! In that sugar plum voice of screeching tires The oils in my hair three days old The groan comes twofold in my head Automatic muscles pull me like a rusty screw from plaster to the window Movements so slow, whiplash-slow just to check progress I push the shade up with one hand Like a creepy ventriloquist Butter yellow sunshine Fitting for a toasted croissant - hunger pangs swatted away The smell of coffee filled my head with nostalgia The ghost smiles, inside There was an us, some Sundays ago Bickering Laughing Me with a spatula in hand making strange alien motions Some frivolous story about How just ripened banana Yellow Cadmium Yellow Light was the superior time to eat bananas The bit of green makes it delectable Your preference for the pure aristocratic yellow Hints of brown spots one day away Small wisps of everyday stirring at something I can’t quite remember I nudge myself downstairs Bit by bit Like an oozing bucket of slime Flopping to the bottom You’ve already left… Resigned, I shuffled over to the desk Take the one blue sticky note Scrawling in best penmanship of a ghoul “I miss you” Examining the sticky bit with my fingers Kind of feel it lose it’s tack There was already grey dog fur And pressed it to the monitor The most I can do today.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 