4am

again

as my sallow

cells

search for

a reason

a follicle

or any

spare gland

in the gray

mix of nothing

even my

friends

feel like

fallacies

this morning

vapor I thought

I could clutch

and if these

dingy clouds

roll away

by dawn

the sun

can burn

me down

sure as I’m

stuffed inside

this stoop

of assumption

regardless it

feels like it’s

time to turn

off the light

for good

smash the bulb

let the

fragments scatter

where they may