done with it all
with the light to off
the clock to alarm
and to blow out the warm candle to wax

we try and succeed at less these days
now smiles are an achievement
now feeling ok in your own skin for 5 minutes out of 24 hours is
big digs
where once we read minds it’s now sections of The Times

meanwhile:

the night encircles like dark butter
I’m reminded how flimsy it all is
hopes, complaints, plans
it’s all bent up
in pieces
on the floor
and this life is a wool sweater
warm, scratchy, old