alone and at home i am terrified of the monsters inside. my tongue probes gingerly at a morsel of infinity wishing for one of the thousands of delights that exist between heaven and earth. finally the waltz and the fiery urge, tell me your wishes before i emerge out into a dawning a rushing unfolding- the coffeepot’s done and the rainclouds are holding. we’ll hold out our wrists and bleed willingly for it’s too much to bear to pretend not to see.