the dark is just another thing I can slip into
something more comfortable
the dark is a sexy reptile
I want to do this right
I want to do it here
in thirty years I look back on the poem I read with the most care
I say yes every poem since then was about The Death
I would like to broker a deal with sleep
the drift/sleep/wake reckoning trinity
I feel like how adults thought I felt when I was a child
the prospect of cleaning a grimy window is growing more appealing
a grimy window in an abandoned house is nothing short of a treat