I’m only able to face you
when the house rhythmically creaks
with every sleepy breath

Impulse throws me to the floor,
keeping my warmth
in a head under the comforter

I evolve in moments,
crawling down the brittle hall,
walking into your lair

Icy tile anchors me,
its hand holding mine
when we stare

I can only face you
in a primitive state
where only survival matters

There are no molds
that trap you
or tell you that you don’t fit

The fluorescent lighting
gives me the truth
I don’t see during the day

I can only face myself
in the roar of the night
when all that matters is breathing