Cold side of the pillow

Marking on my cheek:

Loyal in my cold life

So sadness doesn’t seep out

I go to drink

To warm my soul or whatever’s inside: frightened animal

When I’m cold I’m closed:

Someone broke my nose at night

Blood ran through the valleys of my face

Looking through the mirror

I couldn’t feel a thing:

Outside

Without meaning

The pillow’s warming now

Most flip it around

I want to feel the heat

Pass right through my cheek;

Flow to ocean dark and swirling

To thaw a self emerging

Face warm and yearning

Sun and meaning filling everything

And me

With love for everyone:

When I hurt others

I drink spilling meaning so I can sleep

“Two faces have been shown

In your reductive songs

You want simplicity

Bipolar binary

Inside more selves are swimming

Surfacing, it’s never ending.”

I sat watching the leaves

Blow in the autumn breeze

Thinking of that baby we almost had

A self created me

I drink for times when life’s beneath is shown

Burbling up, bursting the self I’ve known