And for now I would love
Nothing more than to climb
Out of this body even if
The shards of the window
Tear at my skin; for
What difference could they
Have from the knives already
In my head, in my back,
In my soul? Even in
Dreamland I'm plagued
With blood and nothing
Pleasant but at least
Then I'm not awake to plague
The world with
All of this.
Silence is loud only because
Silence means time to think thoughts that
Need air need breath need voice.
Blessings that come in disguise
Have started to strip
Bare and suddenly
I'm aware of how everybody's
Started to notice the clothes
On the floor
(But maybe not the bones
In the closet).