It’s quiet evenings,
I’m in the rough.
Despite all I’ve given
I’ve still got stuff
to unpack for myself
to let the dust settle.
Is there a moment I missed
to claim what I needed?
Did I make a mistake
to not take what I heeded?
Because it’s 10-15 sharp
and I’ve got an empty plate.
I had thought that today
might fill me with laughter,
but I’m disconnected still
drafting to the rafters.
I don’t know what I need,
to put bones in my feet.
But I know how to breather,
to put me to sleep.