small jolts
zaps from the static
a lullaby to sloth
a scratch to the edifice
little by little the decision is cast
the record needs flipping
the righting of wrongs
revision of the cosmos, reorganizing
celestial impasses. each a renegotiation.
limitless, slumber
drenched in tartar sauce and regret
i’m never leaving this couch again
not on your life because i refuse to put it
on my own.
