#nonsense

a white cat
hangs on the edge of my eye
runs circles around my head
asks me if i’ve considered
that maybe i’m already dead

nonsense

life is buzzing
through all
the dust i inhale
suspended i wait
anxious
to know if what i am
is what i am
or what i was

or neither

what i will be is as faded
as tomorrow
being itself
seems further
than myself.

and what
about
sorrow?