bean
Her heels are black and charred
Not because of the lawns lack of moisture
It is softer than the bed floral jumper she sports
Crumbling into little pieces, the tips of her toes are falling off
The way a burnt log turns into a pile of small, dark clusters
Sitting at the bottom of the fire place
It is only used at christmas time
Stomping into the snow with blackened heels
Dripping sweat, she is so warm
if it is loud
it is for a reason
if it close
it is because you put it there
if it rings
you should stop it
because you need to wake up
wake up
you have a meeting
you have school
you need to see her
she needs to see you
call your mother
call your son
set the alarm
do not forget
do not forget
to set the alarm
everyone has an alarm
white and orange
and blue
green sometimes
with a line in the middle
letters and numbers
pills are little people
that swim inside your throat
when you wash them down with water
pills are little people
that swim inside your brain
when you wash them down with wine
pills are little people with lines in the middle of them