Alone in the bathroom, filled with love
For fluorescent lights and the dull edges of a knife
To be so full and surrounded by breathing bodies
But only holding one’s mind
Having one mind
And it’s not offering anything, no help of any kind
Sliding doors signal something:
The end of a Song; the end of outpouring
And into the smile for forever
Don’t put your hand in my vision
I cannot bear the weight
And I am in the bathroom and I
Am already done for for the next few days