spending time
like it's there to lose,
days strung together
with the significance of
a grain of sand.

except i do not remember
& have been overtaken,
overthought. while gather-
ing a headache underfoot
& welding together the
most wonderous scene;
voices laced in conversation
until i can't take it & begin
reaching for the fabric of your skin,
as your slender frame examines my
messy eyes, filled with mixedup
messages.

details making days
i sleep my way past the alarm
imagination asphyxiating reason
you see, i am falling apart
it is the oddest thing.

two nights have made a difference
to the meaning behind meanings.