If The Earth Was A Firefly

Wake up in the afternoon
to  moaning morning pills
neglected,
not taken
I’m taken
entirely by this rising

the weight of life 
a firefly,

Earth is a firefly
I am deep black space.

Last night was another sick memory:
shoes,
legs
hands holding beer bottles,
head down

and me on the floor,
infirm as dust
unwanted skin
collected dirt

falling slow motion clumsy
over your heat
and city light