Harriet slept to colonize time and space
with her chrysanthemums and cardamon irises
tacked to a wall behind a lens in her eye
rapidly moving through a slumber quest
to pillage the invisible with her wisp of might
to glean the terrace of lost chambers of gnostic grog
in flagons of hubris, spuming at the spicet
of a dervish star in a barrel.

Then she makes breakfast.

It would be more broken if it was closed in Alive.
You've got none else.

If everything is going well
then something must be wrong

A dont try
I can't
Uk kiss or wait for you
To answer phone calls
I have new interesting clothes you wanna see?
if I call you in july
Please pick up but
Before December.

I had a full head of hair and you.

When I woke I had neither,
as the grey frost light
scoured my eyes true awake
I found other lies of the subconscious
hadn’t taken as hard
as your pretend shape

no real surprise, I guess,
but that doesn’t make me hate it less

You live on hallowed ground
he said
I know
I said
wouldn’t you like to live there
too

Why wear a mask?
you may well ask,

it's in the film script,
the one where you're
tipped for an Oscar.