Tonight when I lay down,
I’ll whisper my longings,
and tuck selfish demands into cheap paper coffins.
weak vessels we’ve burdened
with the emotions we’ve buried
ablaze now as smoke sends our deity prayers.
So, bring us to silence,
with the scent of denial
we can fill this room with a poisoning air;
so senseless and numb
to the warmth of the summer,
and the dark that clouds this apartment.
