I woke up
with a thought of you-
so uproarious
it woke up
the whole neighborhood,
so wild it made me
sit up on my bed
at 3 a.m
coughing up storms-
and such thoughts
are enough to burn the house down.
I look up at the ceiling-
my breath jittery
and spine-less,
and the ceiling says
she's sick and tired
of hearing me
mumble your name in my sleep