Swords

5.20.13

too shaky to sleep for a week now.
outside, the moon is sharp as glass.
I drive downtown, around construction
in circles for an hour
until I forget where I was going
in the first place.

blue stains under my eyes,
my eyes themselves going blue.
so far from my skin, not even
the scalding bath could save me.

but I am in here, I know.

somewhere

I am cutting through.