elevator

The doors close and there’s a sudden shake
A drop. The feeling of floating
11, 10, 9
Suspended in water, wherein
8, 7, 6
Your body is the crest of a wave, crashing
5, 4, 3
To the ground.

late night

In the bunk above me, my brother is sleeping. I left him just to brush my teeth. When I got back, he was snoring lightly. It’s nearly 2am, but in the Philippines it’s only 8 in the evening. I don’t feel sleepy, though I’m tired. I’m looking out the window. The lights are blurred without my glasses. But the sounds from the street rise up clearly. The passing of cars. The shutting of doors. An inaudible voice. I close the window. It’s time to sleep.