if not for the sun-bright

lowdownbreakdown-
a funk of which seems
and yet is
not nine non nuf nill

it’s the cold

I hate winter hours when
I am not cocooned
wrapped in the fire of flesh

if not for the sun-bright
I would wither

of that I was unsure

I dreamt last night
you said I love you, soft
of that I was unsure
and came awake knowing
it was wrong, that
I don’t know you at all