Dawn

Their chests move
in gentle synchronicity
the deep breathing dreaming
of early morning
the darkest hour,
windows mist from their breaths
the stars were optimistic earlier
 laughing, shimmer glow watchful


as they are sleeping
the stars watch, weeping
the ebb in safe keeping
knowing they are fading.

Evening

She says
she swallowed a cactus
her stomach pricks and surges
she says
there are rats scratching and crawling
in her head
in the shadow of the doorway
a familiar soothing voice, long remembered
a cool bath
water trickles down her back
under a crystal star studded sky