there is a curtain
in his eyes.
he pushes it open
in the mornings,
and he is tired of himself.
there is a table
in his mouth. he sets it
with words he won't say
and he is tired of himself.
there is a building
in his chest. he breaks the
not-so concrete walls
and he is tired of himself.
there is a well
in his throat. he
empties it, bucket by
bucket
and he is tired of himself.
there is a cup
in between his hands. he
fills it with blood
and he is tired no longer.
