big bang

your mother is convinced
of two things;


one - the big bang theory:

neatly folded clothes
unravel, cover the tiled expanse
of the bedroom i once
called "home"

dresser drawers sit
painted yellow upon
a whim
painted blue upon
hand-me-down impulse

pillows of silk
catch your head and i know
you are weary
but both sides of me
are cold

you carefully placed me here
on the windowsill with dead ants
flies maybe a wasp but i
don't know because i
haven't been able to look around
much since i've been here; because you
made me see the
big bang
and i am forever blind

two - that we'll never make it