swelling with heat,
living inside the head of someone else,
i do not question why i still ache

they’re not going to allow me any satisfaction
of sleeping without a nightlight

and the tylenol pm's aren’t enough to
keep me cool

but the thoughts at odd hours of the day
are not as shocking
as your inability to take a decent picture

if all we have are the trees,
the limbs covered in rope,
then i suppose there is something to be said
aloud
that cannot be whispered

it’s this that keeps me from dreaming,
keeps me from finding the rail to help pull myself up

you’d rather i not think of such things
yet you’re the one filling my holes
with doubt

and i still can’t seem to figure out how
to work in a new environment

when the old one is very much
alive.

03/31/2009

Posted on 03/31/2009
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