(complete poem / alt text:)
blink-blink
clock’s winking 3:30
the sun’s so low
but it’s still so early
I cut my feet in the ocean
trying to rise gracefully from it
there’s a stain in the lobby
god only knows why they’ve done it
tear gas canisters, pop-popping at night
no longer spur birds into restless flight
this sleepless half-life
just open the box
there’s nothing to be gained
from floundering on the rocks
so rise up, take a stand,
hand-in-hand, arms we’ll link;
pick up a pen, take a breath,
start spilling some ink.
