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3:00 AM

The trouble with 3:00 am
is how close it is
to 7:00.
(every second it is closer –
my wrist is ticking
to remind me.)
In four hours I will
long
for sleep,
regret
each letter,
loathe the sound
of my alarm
as it needles its way
through my dreams.
3:00 am should be a world
all its own;
(a sliver of cool night,
the gravel of the drive
shifting
under my bare feet,
this breath of wind,
a quiet streetlamp on a quiet street.)
it should be a silent space
between 2:00 and 5:00
for the wakeful
to slip into
and through
and stay as long
as they like.
Instead 3:00 am
is slipping
surely
into 4:00,
and the night
is lightening
into today
whether or not
I can face it.

Rain

...........
written in my head while sitting at a bus stop in the rain with dillon and jesi.
...........

Rain
splashes to the pavement
by the cigarette butts
at our feet.
flattens the grass
that lies limp
at the curb
blurs the world
outside the shelter.
Maybe it will wash me away,
but oh well –
I will turn this umbrella
upside
down
float along the stream
that was the road
and out to sea.
Maybe there will be
sushi
on a desert island
or at least
a decent beach.
Want to come?
This is a happy rain
because
you are my friends.
I am bedraggled, but life
is beautiful.
Don’t ask me why
I’m smiling,
please…
the rain is making me
ridiculous.

Safekeeping

Safekeeping

I wore my heart on my sleeve
but it kept falling off
so I gave it away,
but she took a cheese grater
to it
till it bled,
which hurt.
So I thought
I would lock it away
for a while
but it just
got dusty
rusty
tired.
So I wondered:
If I offered it to you
(for safekeeping)
would you ever
give it back?