The way you sleep
(when you’ve had too much whiskey)
is like that of someone
very much dead.
You still,
except for the punctuating rhythm
of your diaphragm inflating your lungs,
and maybe a snort or growl.
I can whisper
secret things
in your ear, and I know
that you won’t ever remember.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
The way you sleep
(when you’ve had too much whiskey)
is like that of someone
very much dead.
You still,
except for the punctuating rhythm
of your diaphragm inflating your lungs,
and maybe a snort or growl.
I can whisper
secret things
in your ear, and I know
that you won’t ever remember.