annoying morning. I hang ship-tight my breasts propped milky white I listen to songs that bleed me my irridescent wish to crawl across continents tightens the tether and i claw at nothing for fear that nothing is there box me in but loosen the straps stop thinking sweetie the thoughts are traps spiderwebs that dangle in your face as you pass through doorway after doorway. -hb 11/01/00 8:04 a.m. back home