lately

my universe lately; a string of bare bulb lights and an ancient quilt and a rainy walk and the breathing alone and nixon's foreign policy and giving directions in russian and those fake pearl earrings and questions as i look out the dirty kitchen window and a threshold of uncertainty which i fear to cross and some hurting lifting and falling, tumbling yellow leaves and brisk breeze and sun on nose and climbing creaking wooden steps and the settling in for the night, the final toss and turn, and drifting off.