I want to haunt second hand bookshops.

I wake up you fall asleep make the bed tuck you in beneath

Light to the touch I brush the crumbs off your weight is warm and foggy even though my head is clear early but late morning dark like night water naked to get the smell off sleep sigh slides off the bed I kept my shoes on just In case wait I can’t so tell me each page I have to hold it down to turn it off breathe ordinarily hand over heart still beating.

Lucid and plainly out of sight furnace kicks on I gave you a chance lady were only doing our job.


Chewing his teeth
Conscious of death machines
Perhaps even offering God a cigarette