Sleeping is good for escaping
The world outside
Worlds beyond a comforting emotion

I would have given anything
To start yesterday night over again

Concentrate, she told herself
Step away from the problem,
And that’s what she did

Tree in front of a window
Facing a street
The wind was making leaves twinkle green
At the street
The house across from hers
In which a stranger lives

Wanting the phone to ring,
Unable to concentrate,
She told herself:
Yesterday was a bad way
Sleeping sounds like a good way
To escape

Wishing that she could
That she hadn’t ignored him like she did

Hands smell like mango
The soap was a tropical fruit
Sitting on the sink

She wants to vacation in Hawaii
She doesn’t want to think about yesterday
Doesn’t want to cook in the grease of her guilt

She wanted to make the boy hurt
Make him feel the way the needle pierces skin
Wishing she could stick it in the hollow cavity
When a human heart is
Located on the corner of Ford and Canton Center
The house she is living in, sitting in
The room with the window

Trees wave sweet, little, green hands at her

And sleeping is a wonderful escape route.