I FILL ON

BINGE WORTHY TRAUMA

A DRAMA CLASSIFIED 

SELF INFLICTION 

A WARM ROOM TO WILT IN

MY STEMS GROW LIMP

AN EXCESS OF ENERGY

CAUSED MY LAMP TO FLICKER

I TURNED HER OFF

FOR FEAR OF LOSING SOURCE

I SPREAD OUT ON THE FLOOR

FROM CORNER TO CORNER

TRYING TO GET COMFORTABLE

OUTSIDE ARE STRANGER FOOTPRINTS

WHO I NEVER SEE BUT ALWAYS FEEL

EVEN THE SHADOWS ON MY WALL

RESEMBLE EAVESDROPPING BODIES

THIS IS MY SPACE

AND I’VE WORKED HARD TO GET HERE

IT’S NO PIT STOP

BUT THEY WASH THEIR HANDS AND GO.