Damp Clothes

I woke up sobbing
into my mashed pillow, soggy feathers.
Swallowed by a midnight grief stain
in the part of the city by the expressway.
Governor's Island is visible from here.
The top of a building with a flashing red light
is signaling something positive to the airplanes.
This soothes my senses and loosens the grip of dreamy woe --
a black bear in a wobbly room.