999 Z9

Jul 28

I shook out my ears
little coins / pieces of dust
fell out

and every night
I thought I did it enough

and every night
I thought I wouldn’t sleep
without the sound of a
voice
not sober
but dignified
in the way the women
my age sometimes are

it was a figurine dance
across my eyes

I emptied out my palms
around crumpled up
raisins / bread
wrapped away

I thought I hid my money
away

I thought I had found
a finish line
in my hands

999 Z10