Zipper to the Cold Glass

[folded_wings]

"Zipper to the Cold Glass"

this morning
i awoke and found i was sharing a bed with my
dismembered thoughts whose names were few and far away and flew--
i sneezed--
like ghosts on november solitude.

this morning the sun did not break
through the curtains whose hung heads
sorrowfully leaning.

this morning the phone rang and
no one
answered i heard a dog barking and did not
open the door i felt for
your fingers and saw that i had
lost my head.

this morning closed eyes aluminum
open mouths.
zipper to the cold glass i held your eyes,
jaw slack and flickering

this morning i built flames under the
bathroom door
and the white tiles hummed and

this morning was a still bird who slipped down
the chimney and crowded me out of
this
abstracted
space.