Wake up Dull bulb flickers fluorescent, mind on again Down the stairs, bathroom mirror, clothes on again Can I do this again? I can do this again Unpaid, pinstripe red Overtime My fingers are cold and my lips are dry Did I leave the lights on? Do I remember? Recession to collapse I stare at myself in the reflection One last primal thought DSM-5 I imagine famine and the blood of others Ants that dance in the sand Suns hands pushing and pulling The last beads of moisture I've saved The mouth of the people