beetle eyes
stare from the
corner
o f this d e ar m
ed
with bullets to
brain
about to shoot
nothing
re
al
but mirrors
WAK P
she pulls out
her index ca
rds with a m
edical precis
ion empty bl
ank and blac
k
beetle eyes
budding
from the all too
familiar
slight
tilt
of her
head
and her voice
oozes
out of her
gaping hole
like cotton
out of her
breathing hole
like cotton
sun setting
will I wake
up
