lately the sun has stunk of january

hot salt, cold thighs

wondering what the pillow truly smells like

lately the eggs have curdled in the nests

the posters on the walls 

do nothing but cover what’s between

oh cream white rectangle 

i buy bright lights like they bring you something

i try on patterns like posters

plastered wall to wall 

trying to hide the popcorn ceiling 

lately everything is on tv at eleven

i plan matching socks for weeks in advance

i killed a hornet the other day 

every day

trapping it in the window

scrawling its name in white

drowning it, hallowed 

in candle wax resin

lately i repeat these things 

like they mean something