Alone in the bathroom, filled with love For fluorescent lights and the dull edges of a knife To be so full and surrounded by breathing bodies But only holding one’s mind Having one mind And it’s not offering anything, no help of any kind Sliding doors signal something: The end of a song; the end of outpouring And into the smile for forever Don’t put your hand in my vision I cannot bear the weight And I am in the bathroom and I Am already done for for the next few days