placements.

tonight, to replace what is not
here: all sprawled: the camera,
the computer, the orange winter
jacket with the barely warm hood,
the handmade book that is now
the journal of tedious worrying
over the things my mouth touches
that my body refuses to forget,
the crumbs of tonight's numerous
snack foods and fleeting fulfillments,
two reddish pink pens issued by the school,
the stack of notebooks fingered loose,
atop the clipboard with the schedule,
curling up at the corners of each day,
the cellphone that denies the existence
of certain voices, especially
in crowded places--some think
it's a piece of crap, i think it is
just shy--the stray
hairs from last week,
the remainders of dirty jeans
rubbed all over with grimy hands,
dusty roads, the city's exhales,
exhaust, ecstasy, and i am
here, all sprawled, alone.