dressed ina stare

this room. the one window never
saw a sun set never saw a sun
rise

tired yellow light. emotion-driven
words. dawn not yet broken
and who would know

lonely nights in the city
she lay with someone. any shadow
wrapped in sheets

she was meant to be
surrounded by prayers
careful movements
giving hands

and
who would
know

not this user not this
lover
end of a cigarette
wet. blackened
the other
ceiling dressed ina stare
against his chest
she listened
every man’s heart beat different
and none for her