she sleeps in the day
i am awake and she sleeps in the day
god made the world on sleepless nights
they skip that fact in the holy books
we built castles and orchards and forests
in our own early mornings

i was awake
sat sweating and itching for a good
back massage and apple pie
it stank of catshit in the prison cells
but you get busy

thinking of them others who are awake
building castles and orchards and forests
i tested out my tired eyes
it helps me ignore the roaches

she sleeps in the day
but not in her castle
god built a world of thinkers and roaches
but not eyes with mason arms

still, i was awake
and i knew she was too
and i wrote in my holy book
apple pies in kitchens
and soft beds in forests
and her

she sleeps in the day,
in her own castle
or orchard
or **** cell
a true sleeper
awake