032610c Where Are You Poem by Manonton Dalan

i close my window
left venetian blind
open so i could see
darkness behind a tree
fireflies own that space
flashing their happiness

i almost trip on my pants
cluttering hard wood floor
sight of tostitos wet my lips
i look underneath for dips
i have a bottle it says mild
great my favorite since child

for every bite crackling sound
every swallow relief going down
makes me thirsty, i reach, avian
drink it, some more, 'til i yawn
my life so simple, i need less
my space, my time, my princess