Apartmenthead

To be me; to be An object
By the window,

Sitting, drinking,

Thinking about

Thinking about

Crossing—

Anything —

Off the list.

Let go of the air Smothered

Between your

Coiled knuckles— The air pressed

Against the edges

Of your skull. Close your eyes

To the bright Light, The incessant Light,

The Bright.

Where did your

Thoughts go? Their beds are

Empty, Their heads are

Empty. You could be

So much more— Anything—
But your thoughts

Are missing.
(Did they drown?)

Apartmenthead

Why can’t you Swim around it? Why can’t you Swim?

Breathe slower Circles—

Feel the current Dragging

Below the wind. It’s quiet below,

Where the Dim light

Slants.

The sky is Empty.
My head is Empty.
My cup is Almost Empty.
The list Remains Unexpurgated. Do nothing, be Nothing—

Be.

Lukas Norling is a graduate student of English at California State University, Fullerton. Their current research interests revolve around questions of ethics and animality in Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror.