TO: the rise of Eastern Sun

Dear day,
I'm sorry I haven't touched you today, I've been busy with envy, and dark rooms, and afghans, and cats, and I care not for these roommates, but they hang around more than you, sun, they are at least loyal. What can a person do who has no legs or money to walk the street or eat, and with the snow so thick and freezing my knees, I have every excuse I need to avoid you.
I have a warm body next to mine just as disenchanted and as sad as mine, and we want more and we know there is more, but we're so tired and growing older and I'm sorry but... what is out there is winter, and empty trees, too much to see and nothing to see. Give me something like a fire inside me, give me something like an explosion - give me psychological revolution. I need people rising up inside me with torches and bombs and screaming and making love - pulling the levers and ropes of my bones to move this poor mass of mine. Give me thunder storms and flowers and naked dancing feet - give me time and earthquakes, and I'll give my skin and my eyes and my wonder. I'll give my toes to your muddy grounds and there we will meet again.

until then,
- Me

New Years' resolution for nothing

I could disappear here
I could evaporate into this wall and sink eternally into watching you wrapping your wires
and carrying away your keys -
avoiding forever strange advances
and waiting forever for another glance from under your black knit cap.
and nothing.

But on the first day of another year, I wake up here.
I am not wallpaper but flowered sheets and down.
I am whispering in your ear, I am these creaking floors.
Old pipes.
and ...
why pray for strength and dignity if I am not an I to hold such qualities?
what would light need to acquire to be light?

but I am hungry, still. and poor, (a state of which I shouted in a loud bar was a pre-requisite for enlightenment).

So should I sit here all morning while you snore and roll over
- making space in my stomach for nothing and illumination
or should I just make eggs?