9:20am

[demifugue]

i was sitting in the hallway, asleep
a cup of love, warm in my hand
to ease me from the frozen coma
my unconsciousness brings

and i saw a patch of sunlight
in the corner, by the door
far from any window, or any other light
i couldn't explain how it got there

i thought maybe it was a bleach stain
or that my head, loud, was casting
images upon the world, again
or was god trying to tell me something?

and i looked away, smoking my cigarette
ignoring my lungs, weezing, as usual
i've been smoking too much for too long
and when i looked back, my bleach stain

was accompanied by an even brighter
small shape of sun, it looked like
a tiny tiny shoe print facing the corner
an unfaltering glow, so insistent, so early

i do not feel so stepped on today.