record player blaring like the

ambulance outside & i'm

an insomniac while you're in a

narcoleptic stupor

but the power's out & i can't see my

hands before my face,

& like a dying cat you crawl to me

& you're immune to the dark with your

eyes glowing like candles & your

eyes are all i see &

they're getting dimmer


they're getting dimmer.