still life

how you lay here
with your melancholy dreams folded
into your blackberry limbs!
to where do you look?
like a car steps aside for an ambulance
your closed eyes have not landed
this night

the avocado rainroof
salad war
for the music choice
wears slowly on one's
'so it goes'--
this helplessness clips its own wings
and like a poor fool,
i wanted to wake you
so i could watch
as you again found sleep

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