Chatechism

Today I arranged the collection of my heart shards
in a circle on my bedroom floor. A giant rosary.

Now, at midnight, in my bed
all I can hear is the vigilant din of ambiguity
even above the incessant hum of my old refrigerator.

Tomorrow, at daybreak, when I arise
I mustn't forget to put on my slippers
        or surely I will bleed.