I can’t get the red off the corner of my pillow
Don’t ask me about the source, I could not **** it
Or unplug it
Or erase it
I could close my eyes
Allow my eyelids to roll down my eyeballs
Like curtains over windows
But it would do no good
The red is imprinted in my mind
That red, scintillating light
Will still be there
When I open my eyes.
What is there left to do but swallow
a few blue, oval gems
And if all else fails,
I know where the red ones are
To whisk me into a quick
Deep slumber