8:30am, two suppressants in sleep

You
Had no right to wake me from my nightmare
After
I had so explicitly informed you
That your services would not be required today

You,
This morning,
Seem strangely compatible with the dissonance you deprived me of:
Unhealthy dependence, uncouth fixation, untimely arrival
Programmable incongruence, modern crutch
Sweet reliance

Nightmare, if you can call it that
I had not expected from these settings your appearance,
faulty mechanization or faulty understanding leading to this point.

After I saw that your sister had written this morning, I was in a state of shock I thought the world had stopped
I thought that you and all that’s yours would vanish from this world as you vanish from the ether between my synapses,
Leaving behind less than a bottle of rain, stripped of label and
laced with the scent of violet,
sickly sweet,
prettily aromatic, meaning circular,
somewhere deep within a cabinet in a bedroom you knew little of
but through my pearly, drop-in-the-ocean, alligator tears
and a jellyfish we caught there once while I made you unhappy
As you drink double whiskeys, in orders of two, that’s four,
Pastel-coloured sweatshirts,
I favour wearing black

-BHN