I won’t notice the mold until morning.
For now, it is only a coverless mass,
pages of a scum manifesto, a warning 
ignored when running late for class.

For now, it is only a coverless mass,
by a plastic trapped mattress and pillow
ignored when running late for class.
I’m bare, changing by the window

by a plastic trapped mattress and pillow
stitched together by a restless stare.
I’m bare, changing by the window,
stripped down with nothing to wear.

Stitched together by a restless stare,
I make people appear in empty corners
stripped down with nothing to wear,
all weeping, howling, joyous mourners.

I make people appear in empty corners,
tie together water bags, for adorning
all weeping, howling, joyous mourners.
I won’t notice the mold until morning.