GOODNIGHT

litmus tests where the
default goes
demanding throbs lull
new reflexive going
holding a lot
quick to dry the spill
see how all things fit together
or don’t 
taper from puzzling 
to something wide enough 
to melt 
like i might want a sandwich 
so bad 
summon the soft bread 
the mustard 
the salt and chew
stars out my window
simulated rain under
the flower silk 
cradle me back
the old holding
down