Down Here

Snow falling through the raw bare branches like they’d had other plans. Inside, I mirror the mirror, chew the pillows, itch the itches, refuse to eat. Eat everything. Pray for the prayers. Find water, float, don't swim, drink the water that comes my way. I am a lesser man.

A day grinding its teeth, gnawing down to the flatlines. We scuttle down here in the nowayup. The world seen sideways. And there's a tango I've been meaning to learn but it won’t save me now.