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.