from my window
a gauzy veil --
how pretty!
To diffuse the raking light
alighting upon split ends, and the ragged tips of fingernails.

on Thursday, I fell asleep in the early evening, and would not wake again until midday
I dreamed of a chorus of infinite instruments
then, a mass of wool endlessly discretized into long, smooth fibers
warp and weft, A and B, stretching on,
molecular, algorithmically coded, forming a blanket that could cover the sky.
My rights follow my obligations,
What’s more of a natural law than that?
And the washing machine beeps, ardent with need, from the closed closet doors,
these machines are restless tonight, a laugh.

On Friday, I rose, made coffee.
I watched the ants swarm an old banana peel on my countertop.