Prompts at 4 AM

Begin again when the light rises

Everywhere will be home

Because above all things you wanted me

I have no voice

I'll say it, then. No

There is an empty chair

To be born is to expect pain

There are soft moments, silences, village cricket, insects

We are too sad to be blind

A grey curtain

Death is never a mistake

I am a hungry bear, a scurrying rat

Don't CLING

I see a lighthouse, sending out dark

The hospital, the doctor, the squirting flower

Fucking in the shower

Face

My kids are off to Auchswitz

From unmarked box to unmarked box

04:03