Night and Me

Night came. I fought.
No longer fight.
Close my eyes.
Complete the dark.

Building Blocks

The dishes stay stacked      (like Richter 10 buildings)        on the counter
in both sides of the sink                                My eyes count the hour

      hand by hand into the rack      (the difficulty of shaping)

empty                   and full                 at every moment                             just one      (pulled out of place implodes)      could be wasted

      for    . . .

--I must ask myself over and over
What am I doing here--

                pen to hit the paper                       drop a word                       shatter a letter
                (rupture)                                             (toppling)                            (rubble)

--One letter, just one letter                        Dear Jesus

                Please rescue me
                                find the time to take away the cancer--

This is a waste

repeating a task                                                                     that repeats before I’ve finished

       Anaphora

at its best