Little Cottage On the Side of a Hill

We are so psychic
Right now
After midnight
At the bottom
Of
A
Bed
Wearing curls and braids
Talking about
sisters
And friends, your the only
Friend I've ever known
I can't read
In the silence that I've made
In agreement
That everything in life
Needs a second coat
With thoughts
Deep thoughts
That never seem to surface
Stuck inside
Shit
Draw a picture
Do not cry
Just tell me why
That you don't know
I'm analyzing
You
And scrutinizing
Every stroke
Of your brush
Under my microscope
In my mind
Can you speak, girl
Does your mouth work
And your mind
The black hole
Of leather bound books
And faces you once knew
Swimming
In a glass half full
Of rum
Those you've known
Those you haven't
Those you've given life
Those you've cast in shadow
In a field of end
Ending
Ending now, field
Green, green grass
Alone
Once time has stopped
Time is forever
All the time in the world
To think things over
Over and over again
Heaving sighs of relief
And distress
Leaving bubbles In your lung
You don't know them
Is life even real?
I need to know
Give me an answer
Hold me comfort me in your arms
I need reassurance
Just don't mind
I'm reading
I'm starving for
A cure
To feed my hunger
And make these
Bugs go away
And make a change
From stealing
All these wounds
From healing
Medicine you've named
Me
A drug in my hand
Are you okay?
Are you okay
Right
Now?