i know you
think i'm crazy
and maybe, maybe
there's a tamarind tree outside my window,
it gapes at me twisting branches like faces
as the times when you
catch me watching you watching me
watching everyone else watch me oh!
pleaseplease keep your eyes to yourself!
and it's really quite
i say the word too many times and
now i think it means the way I sleep too much;
dream the sun inside my lids
and the day, painfully bright within my head
weighs down into the pillow
to the depths of spaces where
words from the next room tangle into
they want me dead too and
reality is elastic.