i got stranded on the deck of your accomplice

by blake ellington larson

the white owls slept

no mice tonight
i gathered

i packed whatever was in pockets deeper
and headed out into the thick of it

if there was a phone ringing
i’d answer it

i ventured further
from pillow to blanket

‘i trained my eyelids this far’
sang my pursed lips to the mirror

when i showered
i found the sunglasses i’d lost

and as light broke from the faucet
and into my hands
i shuddered for a moment

and a cold wind blew