Blankets

3 waiting for 4

To go into black world bombarded constantly with noises falling into you

and falling out

never catching

Please don’t come

I am unreliable in the way life knows death

Her bones like an expandable drying rack

collapsed

perhaps in pieces

a breath before

the shirt hung

rungs protruding

setting the shape of the cloth

drying with wretched stiffness

you don't want that on your body

because your body's stiff enough

immobile bones scattered but somehow set in whole form by organic fabric wrapped around tight reflecting your scattered thoughts as one

the shirt hung

bones protruding

scattered thoughts

dying with wretched stiffness

the breath you woke up with

the shirt hung

clean threads saturated with water

falling down along the weave