Distilled Morning Darkness
Michelle Greenblatt
I edge away from 6:19 a.m. I just
woke up; it’s sitting in bed
with me. what else should I do?
too late for morning since I have crossed
the chasm of nighttime&the red O
my mouth
forms as the shock
of waking trickles thru the alembic
of distilled
morning darkness. I would paint
today February but wouldn’t that be
too pretty? I can’t concentrate,
nothing makes much sense anymore.
this twittering bird, she’s happy
about morning. my neighbor is up
& whistling. even if it is broken,
break it, I say to myself, then snap
my five fingers&two wrists.
2.27.2005-4.16.2005
