it happens all the time
this rush spread around
brings a bad omen
pull yourself together and just let me know
when an eye is growing from your hand
dilated on my cheek
menacing
bluish
pull yourself together and drop me a line
when your eye is learning to write
six tones of messages
not taller than me
at the extreme
you exist and live
I am pleased now
I am covering a smile with your eyelids
electric tears as if ordered
absence by presence
I am sleeping with the camp bed instead of you
a stripy mattress with no bedding
and I am drifting again in my sleep.