what is
the next
morning
like?
what are
the reasons,
the
answers in
little boxes?
(arms to hold onto
sweat to taste.)
i do not know.
the words fall down
a soothing balm
but not
for me.
this is my confusion.
a white morning
a bright morning
the light is blinding
there is nothing
but
a forced space
to breathe in.
the next
morning
like?
what are
the reasons,
the
answers in
little boxes?
(arms to hold onto
sweat to taste.)
i do not know.
the words fall down
a soothing balm
but not
for me.
this is my confusion.
a white morning
a bright morning
the light is blinding
there is nothing
but
a forced space
to breathe in.
y:
Poke a straw through the bars for air. I'll sneak you a cake with a file in it.