Hi, Baby

Hi, baby.
What are you doing
in here?
It’s late.

You don’t look
like yourself,
But I know that

old orange jersey.
Do you want to come
lie down?

I’ve been looking
for you
everywhere.
Last I saw you
was our townhouse.
’05? ’06?
We lived by the tracks;
the trains
were the most
bearable noise.

I’m sorry. I was just
taking a moment to rest.

Your air
is stale.

You’re twisting.
What’s with your face?
Why do you
gape open
like that?

I don’t want to see that.
It’s black—
why is it
still breathing?

You're inside
the doorway
but I swear
I was just
brushing
the back of your hand
with my fingers.

Your head slumps
over now.
Swaying, off
to the side.
It still
sees me.

Please stop that.
It’s loud.
You’re screaming
TOO LOUD.

Baby, you’re spilling out.
All over the place.

I’m sorry.
I still can’t
get up.