what you dreamed last night,
what you want, is as close to
your hands, as impossible as
your heart, as difficult as
squeezing your heart.
what, last night, shadow,
window of sleep, darkness
of sleep, grew snatching
away you, was your peace,
was the long music of
glass in your veins.

now your face is like a
broken mirror. from spider
to spider you go, like a
fly, from day to day you
buzz, head with a thousand
eyes, hand with hair, open
mouthed, dowry.

you don’t grow anything,
you don’t even get born.
you snuck from the bottle
of death and tell me cheers!
between hiccups and hiccups.

i wanted to create something.
dreams. that were accessible
for people to take and to keep.
a piece to carry with them,
something that they could
touch, taste, hold, cherish.
something beautiful
that can be shared.

inside of nowhere
i stood, wandering
whilst wondering what
it would be like to
stand amongst friends
and whether i even had
any. feeling more alone
in a crowded bar than
sitting by myself in my
armchair watching the
birds and feeling the
morning chill on my skin.