the room is dark itís

going to ruin me I know, you

blame me on things

almost because there is whatís broken

in the leaf pattern of trees

your hands

I used to once say arenít you pretty your

thin taken care of nails I

start to scribble something down and get stuck

in my germ fed head are these waterfalls

claw at the cliffsides they face

you on a bed your shoulder showing

appears as a fluorescent lamp

a TV spits its news dim from

the next door

you say put on a light

a lightíll snap open

this space seeming tired

the city streets collected with cars

stop signals all burning red