waiting for the sun to come trickle over the edge
over months
I waited for it to pour into the room in a golden glow
but I won’t see the glow
with my gold walls and carpet
only a regular white light
am I that nothing light?
barely enough to bring outlines and shadows?

he brings a cold wind on me
but simultaneously shields me
shields me with a blanket

the blanket is damp
sometimes it bites
to take it off and expose my skin
or clutch the nondescript cover

destiny in running from one to the next
madness of damp, biting, security blankets
2001