I've started to read before bed again.
Not just Bukowski either.
Last night I finished one
and tonight I'm starting another.
It feels good to sit in bed,
before I fall asleep
and go somewhere for awhile.
That's why I've always loved to read.
Escape.
It's Saturday,
well now Sunday.
No boyfriend tonight,
just me and the house
I stubbed out a cigarette
in my makeshift ash tray,
and turned back to the keyboard.
It's time for sleep.