Adder

I ordered a straw it was a desperate draw a long one too but still a straw it’s true see I can’t seem to reach under the bed where I know the rope rests like the cold adder’s head protective possessive she can’t tell the difference and this sounds like an exit and that sounds like an ending so I’m still while she sleeps and I try to keep my hand full of calm reaching for your six-hour arm I keep calling have you had a good day syllables slither like warnings I don’t have much to say but are you on your way are you on your way stiff-winged angel sings of my failure thin-lipped fable unable to bring me sleep