I don't know why you came here.
I don't know why you brought
two gallons of wine
and a series of dresses to try on
in front of my postage stamp mirror.
I haven't slept a full night in two years.
It gets a little easier after the first.
You learn small tricks to bore yourself
into unconsciousness
but now you have given me a reason
to stay awake during the day.
How could I ever go back to dreams
now that you are stood in my doorway?