New pohem. It's been a minute. Haven't felt very still or wordy since I moved here..but it's bubbling forth,  just as I knew it would.

Tonight's insomnia:

chewed up electrical wires

keeping up the control center

sugar lined and weaning.

Cold feet finding no body

or end of the bed

to be like teeth in.

Scattered new ones to give waves to

but hardly enough background hands

for my rhythmed mouth to eat from.

Cup the towel round the spill;

a fan of minimal cleanup,

this stepped-on peach,

this unruly plum.