Give me 
the yawn 
of boredom 
the stretch 
of laziness 
and quiet
of these
Sunday mornings 
give me 
these slow 
steady and 
sleepy things 
with you 

It’s funny how 
little and quietly 
one can do 
to find the 
most of anything 
it’s never grand
that is needed 

I only see
myself in reflection 
all others only 
in reference it’s 
this invisibility that 
I most enjoy 
almost as though 
I am nothing 
unless I remind 
myself I am 

When that last
ember of sunlight 
at last gives
way to ash
stand I do 
and stop you 
from stirring it 
up let’s go 
inside and pretend 
that you’re night 
and I’m moon
and let us
dance the twilight 

Like my last
quarter about to 
be slipped into 
the slot hoping
the sun slowly 
disappears behind mountains 
and the clouds 
begin to roll 
ching ching ching
nighttime jackpot rings