paralyzed by sleep
I remember suicides
before they were born
crying at the door
knocking the sheets
at night
here hearts
grow numb
bodies climb
betrayed by cold
when she walks
through me
death falls
asleep
in my bed
she blinks
as bat black
as beetle wings
on a spot of pencil
drawn from
a boy’s ghost
whose eyes close
like umbrellas
around my thin
rainy neck
I cannot turn
to see her
halfway through
my bedroom wall
dislocated
I lay
I am
nowhere
grieving
that I am
now here