THE BIG SLEEP

taurogarchy:

it’s been bad. the year breaks 
electric. i flinch and twist into
obscurity, not wanting to be seen.

i can no longer be resourceful
amongst all this misery.

unsettling, how intricate 
this catastrophe has been, 
how we used to be better.

i dream of us as a herd of
cows standing in a field, 
quietly waiting until it’s dark
enough to fall asleep.