Visitation

From inside the phone a terrible thing!
like a wave of cellophane with a GOAL!

I wasn't going to tell anyone

To bed crushingly late and the circumstances unclear
terrified of sleeping too late also not at all it moved in covered first my mouth
then my nose

teased my ears it was a little sexy that part
the sun creeping up i wouldn't know it though
when the air left my chest it was exquisite sorrow
when nothing lungy could go it was imitating heartache-y
and that was kind of nice, i don't do that otherwise

glad it's over, though