words
Imbolc, Huckleberries, You

Here here in my room
scared of my head
outside is vast & lonely & dead
I am afraid
I have no friends
I am afraid
I am afraid I will never mend
Here, here when I bleed
there is no one coming to rescue me
I will sing
do nothing (my thing)
sleeping and dreaming my life away
Here the air is hot and it’s mean
it moans through thru the cracks of the window’s rubber seams
I wish you were here
and huckleberries grew
close to me like they used to do