this house has no dark deep
enough for me to hide in, no corner
with enough dusty to coat my skin so
i cannot feel hot words; i will
extinguish them, sink deep into
an unlit ocean of myself and pretend
i am shaking for no reason.
don't look for me because i
don't want to be found here:
maybe where the stars
twinkle soporific and i can drift out
between them into the empty
pieces of space like the bottom
of the sea where no mermaid song
can live. turn off the lights and let's
go to sleep so we can wake up again.