glow

you would rather pass the night in the glow
the glow of the tv
and the rosier prefab life

we've died into an afterlife less rewarding
but only as complicated
as our desires stretch it

you sip your tea
and sigh a pleasant little grin
off into the dim room
the bitterness
resolved by lemongrass and mint

I am a placebo
not really helping
but company is sometimes irreplaceable

bask in the glow
watch the shows and news
even when important
we really have so little
of it in us while staying put

breath is life and/or the continuation
of this dream and compressed reality

assuming my roots are in good order
since I can't see through the dirt
never mind how little I bother

maybe this
is all
there is

maybe just all
I have made
to date

waiting
for a gem of clarity to hit me over the head
cold
and
refreshing