I make my wishes vague in the mornings.
Fluctuations
I make my wishes vague in the mornings.
Something good, as the eyelash
floats from fingertip.
.
Asphalt pillows may bring me closer
to that lost word:
an extravagant false wish.
.
I look for signs of whales
in soot streaked evenings,
a blue can in water,
a typewriter.
.
I rearrange furniture as ritual,
in darkness, glasses off.