I wouldn't know I was up all night,
until it had poured through my blinds,
spreading over cotton sheets,
like burst plums and clementines,
pushed to the edge of my bed,
if it's out of sight, is it out of my head?
there's a difference between, what you want from me and what you will see,
my body, my potential is untouched food for the fruit flies and even for me.