BEING AS EVERYTHING IS EVERYWHERE, AND HERE

JUNE 6, 2013

the ceiling fan turns
and turns its shadow.

the blinds are mostly
closed, but sun still filters

casually in, in slits
hot slits of sharp light.

outside, cars are passing
people walking, talking.

a steady wind pushes
bushes, trash and dust.

somewhere someone is
praying. somewhere

someone is cursing
god. somewhere god

is watching. somewhere
god is dead. in the next

room, a roommate
whistles a careless tune.

air conditioning hisses
through vents while

the ceiling fan turns and
turns its shadow as

my lazy eyes rise, they rise
so slow, and watch

it all unwind.