Who would ever realize
that these notions were not meaningless
and that starry universe swirled and planted
strange dreams in your little heart swimming
under cigarette smoke
caffeine
stimulants
Wanting to break free, fly,
inhabit soft nights
ornate beds
svelte legs
It won't be so sorrowful anymore
even without the uppers and wine.

Little me: without any sleep
in my eyes
paint and words in my veins
it is salvation more than
anything
Sore throat-ed raw beauty
in half
light
mornings
clawing at night times,
Always