we emerge in the morning
from our cotton cocoon.
misshapen and distant,
spines upright too soon.
i peek out, hazy eyed -
black spike corolla lashes
fossil-old mascara dried.
i speak out, lazy mouthed -
once bright expectations
now damp, the fire doused.
we promise, hands tied, to eagerly phone,
until we escape - at last - to go be alone.