Stasis
It’s nothing new
I watch the walls fold in,
The air fill up with mauve
As the tea kettle ticks and ticks
Mt instinct bites and prowls;
Why are things waiting, and yet
Impatient and breathless?
I, too, am sullen and collapsed
Dying to once and for all catch fire
Under the
Still, still stars.
This poem is about:
Me