pillowcases

the mind is chasing each other on the pillowcases

my sheets are damp and tied up in faces

walked a slackline of embroidered covers 

to pull that one face into darkness with

me mind full of feathers wrapped in sheets

my blinks are neat and wet with raindrops

when lids lift wet sheets every morning

a new scene out the train windowpane

come closed again it all colors blue 

sun setting on my dorm room window

electric lights and painted horses

reigned in by bedclothes and unhinged

thoughts pooling underneath the pillows 

put my hands into my pockets until they go

feelless touching all the stolen bottle caps

mine and two identical lips on the wall

reach down and force me to kiss them

while i sleep and my face can't run

fast enough away into the pillowcases

—November 2021, Stanford, CA