what the whip poor will

1:11am. macrobid wages war 

in the gut. i wake startled

eyes bloodshot hair reaching up and back

a victoria crowned pigeon i 

audit yesterday. submit my findings 2

the memory bank and retire at dawn 

floating prayers off the balcony

to my dear colleague in 

the ICU

#katyamills

back 2 back

i had my same old prayers and back to back they matched the breath

sunrise and
sunset

same old prayers and all the bullshit in between we must attend for such

is life
is life
is life

44

four found a friend
      in four

 four and four made
of arrows

birds flyin cross
some tracks

of elbows
of arms

profile made
four -n- four
side by side

in prayer

and greater
 than the sum of them
    selves

with gods

the deuces held court
the days were short
inside them

the nights began
at eight