I am in a stage of loving people. I am trying to walk on coals.
I am dancing in cages. I am standing on a corner, trying
to figure out which direction is home. I am sitting in a
72 degree room whether it’s raining or snowing outside.
I am pretending to sleep on benches. I am wearing
sexy things. I am forgetting years at a time and packing
my belongings into grocery bags when I come to. I am
driving to the store with my cruise control on.
I am licking honeycomb tile to taste the sweetness
of all-purpose cleaner. I am putting my hand against
a fake flame that burns bright orange. I am trying to
wake up a little earlier each day.