Extricate

i remember you said

'if i ever wake up next to a good one

i'll make her coffee

if she likes it, i'll ask her to stay.'

i was three more people than i needed to be

at the time

willing the universe not to perform

with me still in that bed

but it did.

i visualized how symmetrical the earth might have been

if we weren't around

stomping all over it

truth is

it could have split, started swallowing everyone whole

outside the front door

and i probably would have just laughed.

'what's the matter with you?'

you rolled over into your respective hell

this was hard to explain

it was never very peaceful up there above the neck

'nothing.' i said

i extricate myself from the creator

from the vessel.

i can write now.

it takes hours

but i can write.