the only difference between narcolepsy and a sloth is 300mg of provigil

// the lurch of death lulls in the fluff

of my stuffed bunny doll

//

she is a

pink so faded in shades of church

carpet // soaked in years of soft wine

//

she is

the jaded breath of me at fourteen

// so

full of reeking fervor

// i am twenty one and

have given up searching for the sloughing flesh

of Christ in me

// inri

// i clutch my sweet bunny

as they roll a dull stone over the carved

exit of the tomb

// a narcoleptic cadaver will

sleep for three days to bare my sloth

// a boy named Lazarus

once woke from the dead

// he drank in

the fine glitter glint of consciousness

// knife sharp //

the difference between us is that

he is biblical and i am lazy

//

a swallow perches outside my window

// she surges in sound waves

// a feathered

drone

// but i am so good at hitting

snooze and a bird only lives for three years.