What did I say, what did it mean, rib­bons of ink — luxe spawn­ing — how did it work, did it work, what did he think — shield me — what did I want, what do I want, flicked it off — flux you — cra­dled his head in the ebb of a smooth piano run — what was the mood — sleep — an inver­sion of talk — grind­ing away at the air — cham­bered glances or no glances stalled in the half-light — who did it favor, who did it shat­ter — walled up in his hood­ie and jeans — the skimpy blan­kets, the skimpy tis­sue of night, wak­ing and wak­ing, how many times in the no-light, the one more night, the one night…