Areas

The night has been torn into halves.
In the first half, I eat a carton of raisins in the dark,
and the web of shadows raises its arms to me, like I am its emperor.

In the next, I sleep in an army of sleeping cats.
One approaches me, she has two heads and three eyes, the one in the middle slightly pinkened. She speaks with one mouth, then the other, and explains
she has seven orphaned babies to watch over

and would I take one? I say, alright. It feels good to take that
off her hands. We go to back to sleep then, the one child sleeping
inside of my mouth.