Ago

Sing sing me a song that haunts me

give me a lullaby that tells me nothing---and everything

about you

all at once

I think I gradually talked myself into hating all of this

there was all this shortness of breath up here

The fatigue had set in

stone

We could talk and talk and talk about when shuteye felt good

but it was so long---

and then sunniness this morning made me lonely

and I had nightmares of solitude

and then those got all blurry

and ethereal

and intangible

and I couldn't remember this face that I knew so well---

and I was living in a hyperbole

so very long---