she is losing time. shattered sleep, a slender dream, chucking rocks at a pearly moon
the earth is so
small.
stars, like bonfires, they are too bright
her eyelids are on fire.
above, helicopters slap black emptiness, like popcorn.
they crackle static; her tv
crackles static
child of the city
where is she now?
(
about me )