sticky blue trees

sunlight sneaking through the curtains
on this warm summer nothing
wearing your old worn out shirt
my breast are free to go
looking through the holes
it's like being a generation younger
a hipster up to my lips
stars forlorn
realizing they were screaming the whole night
and black cats find their way back home
between the walls of sticky blue trees
past-dust-cheer
i am trying dying
i am dying trying
dark fog, once white
thickening
sickening the windows
to useless cold glass
where my hot, burning forehead
was leaning on
until i met you