April 2
Little microbes invading the air,
Paper towel commercials,
Perfect, white teeth,
Watching people shaking hands
On television.
Drowning in a sea of blankets,
Never waking me up,
Let me drift into lofty oblivion
Angels whispering
In shrill sounds.
Caressing an ankle,
My finger exploring your sock
On the front steps
Just to feel your skin,
Forbidden, forbidden touch
I’m not allowed
to let you in.
Drowning in a sea of noise,
Consuming vacancy
Numbing the senses
Falling deep down
Into commercial breaks
Paper towel spillage,
Complacency.
Microbes invading the air,
Itsy bitsy spiders
Climbing up too high
Just hold your breath,
The rain washed it all
Away.
Too Far From the Sun 