a worse part of the day

these eyelids moan
as if freshly carved
and the slits are too narrow
to see the sunrise smile

welded onto the bedsheets
futile attempts to pull back
dreams that run like water
loosen up, loosen up

that stinging, acrid taste
the numbness of the room
drowning among pillows
white, irascible pillows

as the bubbles file out the sink
as the fog on the mirror sighs away
as towels and curtains stretch
godspeed, godspeed