Choosy

I promised you poetry and I swear it is coming, but it is too late for my expositional thing and words have to happen.


Choosy.
Passing-night supplication.
A word beginning with S that escapes me.
It means a quiet sound.
Mean spirits.
Men sana in corpore sano.
Don't freak out.

She's snoring again.
Ten till ten - or eleven.
The loop won't close.
Shut off the lights.

Choosy.
Safe haven.
The smell of saffron -
or at least, what you think is saffron.
Beds.
Breakfasts.
An absence of death.
Scientia est vox,
vox est tutos.
Don't freak out.

Sing along.
Soon you'll have to fall.
The wires will cease to signal.
Shut off the lights.

Choosy.
Every action a pressure.
A stress, an effort.
Our lips meet and it melts.
Voracity.
A power that denies suffering.
Non omnis moriar.
Don't freak out.

It ended when you weren't looking.
It's self-perpetuating.
Raise your hands from the keys.
Shut off the lights.