Sleep
pouring slowly over you
as if you were in the hourglass, suffocating.
Other times sleep is like snow.
Melting until it is not what it was.
Hanging around
- in dirty patches in the mud of morning.
Sometimes, it is food - essential
yet distasteful - not done properly.
Sometimes you forget it -
halfway remembering but always putting it off
dirty clothes
- getting by with what you put away last time.
Sometimes, just like eating or doing laundry
it gets put off for a greater good.
Sometimes we don't sleep just so we can love.
5/11/2004