I didn’t get to sleep that night.
Singing bedsprings wailed at my arising, saying,
“Oh, but you’ve yet to close your eyes, poor girl!”
Ah, silly me, I forgot that sympathy was so outdated,
and in truth they probably sing for the release of my
blanket-wrapped contorted weight,
so I rub dark-lidded eyes and press my lips to
torrid tea, thinking of it all, oh silly me, of things
not worth the stress or heartache, blues of
“he-and-she” and then, well, you know,
I’m here as well, but I’m alone.
They tell me this is why I’m sleepless, that
I let it force me towards the brink and finally
decide, last minute, to pull off of the slippery edge
with fingers filled with feathers from my abused pillow,
as if with all intent to fly.
(Such a silly thought, oh why?)
And so it takes some time, but then he comes
and holds my head up higher, says to me that
things are not wired to be as I have set them, that
my long nights held on by treble-clefs not even near
diminuendo have left him in my poor Limbo,
star-thrust skies our sole translation, knowing for us,
time and space has ended.
I didn’t get to sleep that night.
Singing bedsprings wailed at my arising, saying,
“Oh, but you’ve yet to close your eyes, poor girl!”
Ah, silly me, I forgot that sympathy was so outdated,
and in truth they probably sing for the release of my
blanket-wrapped contorted weight,
so I rub dark-lidded eyes and press my lips to
torrid tea, thinking of it all, oh silly me, of things
not worth the stress or heartache, blues of
“he-and-she” and then, well, you know,
I’m here as well, but I’m alone.
They tell me this is why I’m sleepless, that
I let it force me towards the brink and finally
decide, last minute, to pull off of the slippery edge
with fingers filled with feathers from my abused pillow,
as if with all intent to fly.
(Such a silly thought, oh why?)
And so it takes some time, but then he comes
and holds my head up higher, says to me that
things are not wired to be as I have set them, that
my long nights held on by treble-clefs not even near
diminuendo have left him in my poor Limbo,
star-thrust skies our sole translation, knowing for us,
time and space has ended.
I didn’t get to sleep that night.
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