197 or Thousand

I cut my foot on
all the neon lights
I shattered.
I took a baseball bat to my
dreams,
my name in
neon.
And I tried to meditate.
I.
Silent breaths in the cathedral.
Frescos kept dust company.
And when I saw a cockroach,
I left for home.
All my floors were glass.
I wished I had stayed away.