i hide under the blanket
and hope that
the cold can’t find me

some days i ask myself
why i haven’t
stayed in bed

darting through the night
one of many
glowing arrows

i am jack’s
complete
surprise

from my paper waste
one could assume i live on
red bull and cat food

some even fail to pass
as aliens trying to pass
as human beings

following
voices
into the void

a screaming bug
under
a bench

slippery
artificial
rock