Oilspills

A dotted line that indicates fold rather than cut.

You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. 

Sleepwalker has oil spills instead of eyes.

Golden grime. 

Sleepwalker cut up maps and put them back together in a different way. 

Topography. A representation of three dimensional space on a flat surface. Looking for somewhere to get lost. 

Desolate. 

Sleepwalker claims there is a rabbit and a nurse inside of me. 

Half-sleep (somewhere in between).

I didn’t believe him.

Looking for somewhere to get lost. Following footprints made out of soot from the fire that burned down the buildings. Only found by not looking.  

Long forgotten but not lost yet (somewhere in between).

Holding onto each other until they let go. Letters threaded together. Cursive. 

Broken birds on a telephone wire like sheet music, a song he sang into my throat. 

I haven’t forgotten it yet.

But he’s forgotten how to fall asleep. 

Somewhere in between.

It’s 4 am and we’re waltzing in the kitchen to that tattered pigeon song we used to know.