No more drafts,

no more sleep, either.

as a screen flitters, either.

I flitter ,

like sleek silver,

a hummingbird,

stainless, timeless,

in my dreams, rummaging through the cabinet,

like a hummingbird,

and that’s your inspiration,

there’s your invitation.

Were suppose to be sweeping the chimney,

and she’ll calls us by our childhood names.

There is no chimney here, and no weeds here either,

but we are warm,

there is barely any light here,

but we are warm.