i know

i know
you think
i know you
think i'm crazy
and maybe, maybe

it's true.

there's a tamarind tree outside my window,
it gapes at me twisting branches like faces
it disapproves
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

ridiculous:

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

i'm inverted

and the day, painfully bright within my head
weighs down into the pillow

i drown,

to the depths of spaces where
words from the next room tangle into
grotesque shapes
they want me dead too and

reality is elastic.