vervain______

time for shutting the windows. starting to feel cold
now. his blue curtains are doing it again, getting inside me.
blue room. blue daze, the moment just before the sleeping.
two calls came in. my mother, my sister. how was your night?
and how are things? well and well. this and this. something something.
he forgave me for the disturbance. he layed down like a good little boy
and slept. i creeped out like i always do. everything in the apartment
takes on a new life, a new death, as if everything (the coffee pot, the stove) is only waiting to be used.
i can feel it.
it is not anticipation in me, exactly.
the moment is fine.
i walk around the house.
the stories and the questions of this morning, laying down.
it feels cold this morning,
need to shut
the windows.