Dressed in movie magic minutes
and hissed between sweet lips,
your words-
like the promise a commercial makes.
But like junk food fighting back up,
saccharine taste not worth the pain
-There's no way I can go through with this
In a room far away from the air and the sun
I woke up, aware of how removed I was from life.

Dark with dust and newly leering
from its perch high on my shelf-
Overdue book I can't return.
Until I find the missing pages,
read between the lines and sheets-
Dog-eared pulp in someone else's bedside drawer.

In a room far away from the air and the sun
I woke up, aware of how removed I was from life.