5 A.M.

5am

the usual trauma
begins

rain hitting
straw roof
frantic

is the coffee still coffee
table still wooden
chairs plastic chairs
paper still usual
paper
pen still pen
head still placed firmly
on shoulders
still shoulders
& mine

is this still
our Mexican
borderline
shed

is the you still you
or vertically
arranged
frosty alien glimpses
of doggy weather
pigs

is this bed still a bed
is the chimney
still ON

is everything
as we left it
before
we
exited
dreamlives