Counting days

Eleven days 

She sees me as i grip my sheets 

In fear that I will fall off the face of the earth

Because the tarot cards 

Now displaced at my feet 

Had shown me something I wasn't meant to know 

Ten days 

Tarot card towers are built on every wall 

In front of every window 

Every door 

And she curls up on my bed

Careful not to topple my obsession 

Which nearly reaches the ceiling 

And distorts what little light still seeps in 

Nine Days 

Somewhere a window opens 

Cards float aimlessly to the floor 

All landing the same side up 

Showing his face staring back at me 

Unblinking pairs of eyes 

Eight Days 

She asks if i would like to rebuild

And I stare at her 

Until she had built one street 

Which toppled over almost at once 

Again landing all the same way 

Seven Days 

I awoke to a city 

Tarot card towers as tall as trees 

Which loomed over my bed 

Shadows like curved claws 

Six Days 

Somewhere a window opens 

Five Days 

1255 pairs of eyes seem to stare at me from the cards on the floor 

His eyes 

Three Days 

I don't remember yesterday at all 

Two Days 

She cries for most of the day 

One Day 

Tarot cards in boxes, lowered into the ground 

Am I happy now?