my house a shambles, clutter every=where;

I know there’s beauty somewhere underneath

the half-done projects, all in disrepair - -

! I stumble on a knife with missing sheath,

my body | scored | by everyday-turned-teeth.

some days a stifling fog will manifest:

in limp fatigue, I dream a lily wreath,

again, again, the morbidly obsessed,

all • move•ment • choke • sup•pressed.