home

In the morning I get out of there
although I love them
and like skin from a body
I rip a bit bloody

birds say spring bird things
and I remember yesterday
it looked like the clouds of doom hung above this street
I went to sleep because I wanted to rest

and accidentally I rested into the morning

library

the lines of these chairs
the words of these books -
do not immediately make sense to me
but that they exist comfort me
and I am myself
under the white lights
not doing what I am supposed to
but letting myself feel
anything can be done