Breakfast at Ten A.M.

The universe pulls me

through the void of a dream

I believe in nothing

and no one believes in me

and the time stops when I sleep

and when I'm awake it begins again

To live, to thrive, to oscillate around me

It is breathing

as I breathe

The days grow longer

to the rhytm of

my spoon

swimming across a bowl of soup

The phone is ringing

but I don't get up to answer

I don't care much for talking

I don't care much for anything