soon after waking i hold

tonight, being only a

continuation of the night

before, i palm the sun in my denim

pocket &

steam what's left of the coffee

in a milk-colored cup,

getting the first fix

while also

fixing the rolls of my mint-gum

colored shirt clipped onto

my chest, cobwebbed

and holding

in it a very dusty secret

old to the world

as blood,

let go of it

& suddenly
everyone's swept

off into the thickest

part of the jungle,

whispering
lullabies

as snakes force them into sleep.