stark hazing

cannot finger your polaris
no matter how sharp
the sextant,
star maps ashed betray each other
for tree bark and aluminum siding and accidental
inhalation.

still cough up seabed stitching and
cored fruits like this tile calms with
acid baths and meteor showers.

lunging to the sink
as the gush comes
around again, no body
left to wash the
heaving.

losing consciousness
on the bathroom floor
i'm petitioning the ceiling
to make way, to give me
a peace in split rafters
for the stars don't sleep.

i'm tired
and i cannot reach
the door.