041210n I Must Be Alone Poem by Manonton Dalan

i rub my eyes; i feel coarseness of my face
lengthy eyebrows, overgrown facial hair
i can smell sweat permeating from my
shirt and smell of raisin bread somewhere
my weight still burden of this chinese bed
it doesn’t creek because of brand new spring

i spread out my arms to form a big cross
look up ceiling for any sign of cracks
still newly painted structure, dirty white
it dulls my vision i want my prescription
i trace lines it’s forming a giant wings
why i didn’t notice on those evenings