break of day, the first
eye-strain, light
 
angled in clamouring
slats, flesh fought
 
from flesh, stiffness
still-wrestled, emerging and
 
failing, going and
coming into the false
 
settlement of cool
air, heart churned
 
toward the hurry of
dust, melding body
 
to land, body to
bed frame, rebellion
 
of wailing and
peace, fury and
 
wonder, how much
loathing there is
 
to dispatch in a
wilderness of
 
psychology, invisible
finger smudged across
 
a forehead, a face.