a small crime

 

as if I have been asleep my whole life.

as if waking had a colour, the
blue, the red,

the colour of eyelids

as if all I have ever known is the
early morning blankets,

the slow breathing,
the sweat, the still-
life

a human being cannot live like this

you are on fire,
you are burning,

I cannot help
but watch

you, like the fresh
cut ends of hair,

grass blades newly sharpened,
the ring of tiny bells

the capacity to love,

I want to dig it out of your
breathing
body