quick footsteps
one-two-one-two
whirring fan, the only way
they sleep
whirring coffee, black and
dripping coffee
the only way i stay
awake
bread and butter sideways
eating, big toothly bites
big toothy faces
its mine its mine its mine
she says to no one
in particular, but to all
of us, funny noises seep out they float
along wood floor planks into ear drums
hear it live it dream it
isn’t that what he always says?
blue sky backdrop flyways
morning praise
clench your fists its the only
way to keep them