I keep falling asleep, waking up and reading
the next paragraph of the book
and so little slivers
of the story invade how I'm thinking of you anyway
instead of reading / a quick flash of lightning
or a glimpse of water rushing, the surface of the lake
slightly wrinkled but mostly still
: a state of perpetual consumption
: this collision of sky with sky
last night, dead lizards and spiders in my hair
