Day 8

Record stacks
and plain white t's

I am pacing around the rim
of my glass with my fingers.

Dizzy with insanity
daring not to look up into the eyes
that have been perched on my figure
from across the room

Every time I see you
the floor drops from underneath my knees
my heart does an involuntary hail Mary
and then rolls around your feet
like a lost marble.

Looking up from the drink
I see you shadow boxing
ghosts inside of your own mind.
Peace Be Still.

Peace Be

Be.