Habit of a Birka

Someone leaves the cereal they prepare
long enough to return to it

as if it's generosity from someone else.
From within the hole of a habit

every person becomes closer;
in the living room an offensive person

knows, at some level, the fingernails he clips will collect
in a lunar trail behind the couch. Seen from an angle

this is a breach—like the sight of an angel.
Behind the smalls of breath you chastise him—

this cut in the light was church: So great
once in the time of Paul.