In the room

The purple night
Slithers and savours the world.

I want to stay

Awake. 
I want to grow
Dark roots that enwraps
My body and limbs, keeping them

Together, stopping them from
Moving too much.

I anchor myself, on
This bed, that rocks me
Softly into one and

Another lethargic afternoon.

Dale Chou
2000-06-04