right?
The cat stretches
over the headboard
to peer down at
something important.
I hear the upstairs neighbor’s
phone vibrating. (I think.)
Little boxes of pills
in the corner.
Trying to
nibble me up.
Something.
So simple as noticing
what would ordinarily
be overlooked. (That’s too easy.)
This place is a snake.
The lens
catches a crease
the eye doesn’t.
(Claim when it rains
it
pours.)
A biography of
keep trying.
