trying to be better, trying to do better.
in solidarity i am, plunging fingers in too deep
with something wrapping around me as I settle into sleep
those thousand beaded hands told with tangles in their teeth
of something sewing sadly bubbling up from beneath
of a heavy lidded woman with water pooling at her feet
of a woman who had a heart (but could not recognize its beat).
of the night you went out, with your thoughts too much to tow
and buried a small chance out somewhere deep in the snow
i wish i’d gone with you so that i could know
why the night is so still, why i will never know you
why quiet kills in the depth of your blue