Bedtime Stories

I don’t mind dying in my sleep

if I get to keep this last dream to myself

these vibrant lullabies I’m hearing

spiriting me to the sweet & sorrow

down for the count

z-ed out slumbering in the shade of yesterday

you asked: if I tell you have a good body

would you hold it against me?

now turn off the lights

our fatal love affair

though in the end I went on breathing

a creatured heart still clicking and clacking

dim in the memory of uncertainty

shards of you


the worst thing  

forgetting how to pretend