Blind

[nunuuu]

Boarded a plane
with one of its headlights broken 
All my secret, oppressive prayers
lost in dusty drawers
The heat is flickering, indecisive
The air smells different
I’m somehow dying to explain it all to you

See, I bought this old book yesterday
Thinking I’d hungrily read it 
to the last page
I had only sighed
All my thoughts remaining crumpled,
in the cheap, faint ink of regret
"I want to fly like only you do" 

3 o’clock, I scream in irritation,
it was a long time ago, more than it seemed
(The patient lilt to your voice—ingratiating)
I only brought up
Things long decomposed in the heap
of what was
for you to drop me off at my door and
watch me sleep