i woke up in Harlem with art on my tongue
i woke up in Tokyo with my knees at my chest
i woke up in Provincetown wearing a skirt
i woke up in Arkansas in camo in a grey van
i woke up in Paris wearing a stupid black hat
i woke up in Hollywood alone
each eye opened screaming daylight
and my awakenings
held secrets in cupped hands
took trains between nods
each rolled eye was a gnat on a map
did. not. matter.
each day was dead daisy yellow
and petals fell from my mouth like spit
i woke up mowing the grass of Calvary Hill
smoking it on Cyprus
making it on Hiroshima
each pay check was written in pink
slips
and i floated through calandars like a dead monk
kneeling to my religion of a forgotten care
i woke on every metropolis with an empty black book
with names of souls maybe still alive

i woke up sad
still i woke