On Sundays

shut behind doors covered

in cartoons and chewed bubble gum
i keep busy
naming constellations that peel.

redcursivesmiles

stuffed in a bed shared with crumbs
arms folded like blankets
over a shell of sleepless past lives.

i need some reminding,
reflections are in mirrors,
memories kept in drawers.

      4:16pm
      i awoke on my back
      wearing your sweatshirt
      again.