When I wake before her
I set a *** of coffee
and let my ears catch gunshots
They say the old don’t sleep
that their lives sit too heavy in their heads
volumes full of names they’ve forgotten
and people outlived
At the edge of town hunters drag in doe
They are bulls towing a plow through ash
and bones
I am a boy at daggers with being
and I tell her I know nothing anymore
When she yawned it wasn’t sleep pulling at her
it was her dreams
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
When I wake before her
I set a *** of coffee
and let my ears catch gunshots
They say the old don’t sleep
that their lives sit too heavy in their heads
volumes full of names they’ve forgotten
and people outlived
At the edge of town hunters drag in doe
They are bulls towing a plow through ash
and bones
I am a boy at daggers with being
and I tell her I know nothing anymore
When she yawned it wasn’t sleep pulling at her
it was her dreams
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