GOING PLACES

JANUARY 17, 2013

face-flat to the carpeted floor
of your upstairs bedroom

feeling exactly nothing bad &
a little bit tired, but not

yet tired enough for sleep as
the sound of a heartbeat

pushes firm against your ribs
and you think of exactly

nothing much. and the hands
on the clock of another

day continue to follow their
downward path, then

upward, then down, then up,
as always, as you sprawl

out on your stomach doing
exactly absolutely not

a thing while moving forward,
and quickly, all the same.