Void 8

I Saw That for a Long Time

I Had Not Liked

People and Things.

I Saw That Even My Love

For Those Closest to Me

Had Become Only

An Attempt to Love

That My Casual Relations

Were Only What I Remembered

I Should Do

From Other Days.

All in the Same Month

I Became Bitter

About Such Things

As the Sound

Of the Radio

The Advertisements

The Screech of Tracks

The Dead Silence

Of the Country-

Hating the Night

When I Couldn't Sleep

And Hating the Day

Because It Went Toward Night.

I Slept on the Heart Side Now

Because I Knew

That the Sooner I Could

Tire That Out

Even a Litt,e

The Sooner Would Come

That Blessed Hour of Nightmare

Which, Like a Catharsis

Would Enable Me

To Better Meet

The New Day.