I turn on all the lights in my apartment. I taste my perfume. I smell so many of my candles. I roll my mat out, and then back up, out, and then back up.
It’s gotta be brighter out there, let me climb out the radiator and through this wall.
I smell and sleep and I find that I am lavender, the way I tremble and when I drift in and out and lose the little petals running past the ripening bud.
Every damn nine in the morning, The shells shrivel up and scatter themselves across the floor.And I am there waiting, to fall apart and maybe break even in this break apart from heaven; heaven, help me.
Philly Plain Dealer 