Drunk myself liters of the active milk, courageous.
Silent on the platform, Henri remembers the ages.
Her gloved palm: I am awakened by it. To live.
Since the morning I sifted my two gifts
and sweated them thoroughly, and bit my lip.
Of the two things Henri fills up his pages
wif, her and the ghostly shadow of younger year.
He hid his gift in the center of Queens.
The distance short so the calls were clear
unknowingly each night: cruel dreams
disrupting my left and right. Blind travel means
stumbling for a seat to share.
I resist the new year like you and your home.
(Find me bundled and unresponsive, dead receiver)
All of the east and my father are too late
I am not listening
while I steep myself gingerly. I wake with a fever
pop relievers and plot my tomb.
