I have my bed and I have my blanket she says
slim tree blue spruce
so old she reads the board: Today
is Sunday lurch (for lunch) snap (for snack)
sky bled a month ago another friend’s
blood seeped into his brain he would not
wondering if you could come a little bit later he
as if there were nothing
cup she says this is my
voice-mail a month ago
gate shall be shut, it shall not
cold, and the little bonfires