double zeroes by the smiling eyes and my brother’s age.
that’s the time
and i’m tired
and by the time i’ve typed this
it’s another time – i’ve changed.
some beads on my string have fallen off and some have been added and i record the dropping and the stacking of glass,
it’s past midnight.
and the light is much too bright in the bedroom and the capital letters are unappealing in my lazy hands and my thoughts are wooden, plasterboard, disjointed – bless,
sleep a soothing interruption to being so heavily awake.