trellis raze late last_night, what little light still leaks into this room saw fit to shape a shadow on the segment of ceiling i look to for answers when i'm lying flat on my back. i swear the caliginous configuration was you somehow in silhouette, flung far from the place you call home when you aren't here and projected on a piece of plaster painted white. two thin branches trickled through the trellis of your sternum. strong arms to hold me in the dark, sewn into the slender space between awake and insensate. 260103 what's it to you? who go blather from