It flies against the tide

of molecules and air,

attracted to the light

but not buzzing.

floating,

against the waves

My head droops low,

passive and dumbfounded

eyes hang hesitant,

floating,

floating free 

as another being,

I snap it

with the clap of my hand,

crush its spirit and its wings.

...

 barkeep can spot it,

the movement of my eyes,

head tilting with the bottle,

that silent hopeful plea

entropy

she gets her nails done
when she saves her allowance
or has time

she wears a fur-type coat
but when she walks across a room
it breaks my heart

she bites her nails perpetually
if she loses one
she sits in front of the TV
for hours, drifting
and jumping out of sleep

She gets irritated
when I tell her to go to bed.