Nighttime and NyQuil go perfect with the promise of
Fall
Asleep on pillows made of feathers—
There’s no way this is a downer, soft as Downy, drift me gently to dark
Lights off
I could get addicted, drown if I want to

But I will stop—

It’s just two pills
How could blood spill or a heart break or the cold chill?
Watch:
my veins to silk,
my bones to milk,
under a quilt that’s like a hug to me.

I know a luxury when the feeling creep.

I’m warm-blooded, I love it, I love it,
I love
Anyone who helps me sleep.