Half-deaf at dawn, come evening my vision doubles twice and every atom in the room begins to scream.
By the time I see straight again, the premises of each chamber have vacated and I don’t recognize one.
I, too, am swiftly unfamiliar.
Then, the second winds itself, peeks at first, cuts loose; a splitter, a corner kisser.
A ball.
miss me well
Your first mister was your first monster.
make me a promise you’ll never keep
and I’ll tell you a secret you will
ego is a terrible thing to waste
even still
you know