... it...

...it awoke before me this morning
placed its careless hands on my chest and purred.

i awoke after sadness this morning,
removed its purring hands from my chest
and wrote myself an exit from the realm.

using poem to scissor the edge of a hole in a mood
just wide enough to allow my shoulders through, and likewise the rest of me.

as the poem made its first inserts on sadness sprawled across my room
the shriek came rushing from the east
at west, the people turned their heads in wonder of the monster they had created
my fight fit, and so they wore it as a sign that they were growing crops too near to the sacred mountain.

meanwhile i slipped to freedom,
turned around and held the hole by its throat
then the entire sack i began to shift
from its seemingly permanent residence in cobwebbed corners

braced my feet against the door jams
gave faith to my weight in the air against the sadness...

and then i wondered deep and why
on how this sac could so me fill without my obvious knowing
and over time the sediment from mistakes never learned
shed from me like daily skin to coat the place i'm living in...