drifting
the flowers need water
I have let things slip
they weigh me down
with the present
eat everything I breathe
like dangerous animals,
free, and completely empty
I am a new persona
anesthetized
until there is little
left to do but sleep
I dream
about alcoholic binges
one night stands
in bathhouses
with the thick vapor of lust
and cold
mouths sucking
on my face
I am wrapped
inside my own
mirror laughing, struggling
until I break loose
step on the needle shards
of my life
tamed, old, fat
looking for a way out
of this room
where I once felt
the need to write
about myself
until the tulips turned red
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