the blue light of afternoon
carries brave flecks of dust into the sky
while i watch from my spot on the bed.
a dotted drawing of an eye,
tacked above the mirror, surveys the room
casting a judgmental air over the state
of the carpet.
the silver charm bracelet
given to me by my nana as a gift years ago
is now a tarnished bronze.
to be adventurous i’ve mixed
my teas together, a loose green and fragrant blueberry
thinking its color will remind me
of a bottomless lagoon in the shadows of some deep forest
where i can swim without end.