cuts

Cold sheets
wake you in the morning
the crispness now cutting
the white too glaring

deep breaths here
today’s another day
and nothing is better
nothing is worse
it is
it is

the mewing of the cat
the rattle of the nothing
it just is

It cuts in here
the fort of bed
protection from the outside world
it cuts in here
but it’s all we’ve got

No one to reach for
Nothing to call out to
if a tree falls in the forest…
it just is.