
giving up , habitsGiving Up / HabitsMore Like This
These days I've stopped brushing my teeth
and I'm not breathing out anymore at least
not before I knock back the fat drops hanging
from wet maples
I've been licking leaves
and running my fingers along yew stubble
after leaving the house in the morning
slurping the film that collects under my nails
rolling the dew between cold front teeth
I've been squeezing oil from my face
blackheads creeping out of pores like worms
no sleep crushing inflamed skin
It's three o'clock and dark and starless
and windows gleam with streetlight reflections
nothing doing nothing here
How do you fall asleep when winter comes
when