Let me buy you one liter of sleep
It's fascinating, how it funnels down
to mix like gas with water
always eager to disappear
in a solvent, as if in fear of being found
It may not come cheap,
and it lasts only for a few hours
but it keeps the blood viscous
enough to know when to stop
and when to come rushing
You say your dreams are leaking
through your ears,
I don't know how to stop it
I can just see it pool on our silk
pillows cases, and in the morning
I just turn them over and pretend
nothing happened
I have closed my eyes more often
to find myself excruciatingly awake
as if I'm burning from within.
The laundry woman sends her regards.
5:03 AM
03/21/11
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