Fat and booze

 Full of fat and booze I fall asleep to face the hunger and awareness of the next day

Fasting, feasting

I try to fall asleep with a full belly trying to imagine what it must be like to live across the street from a leafy tree-lined feast, just a slip of luck away from fasting.

DUST

Dust is a hundred-thousand microscopic moments from selves you've long shed that've found new homes in the disused shelves of your furniture.  A piece of me from when we first kissed collects behind your TV with a piece of you from the day your mom called and said Uncle Hector is in the hospital.  They sit in silent vigil until the day we move in together.