Go Back to Sleep

Can’t get the dream out of my head.

I hear them dancing on creaky floorboards.

Torture only knows torture.

They say it’s best to ignore her

Or learn to live with her.

Loneliness is a formula.

We steer away from cracking, for it may wake the kids.

Force yet protest the watching of my eyelids.

Watch and watch and watch.

And what does it give?

I never explicitly claimed I wanted kids.

Midnight has come and long gone,

And there is nothing remaining to grasp to help float me along.

All I have to do is stick to the clear blue.

Sip on the cold Patrón,

Suck the sweetness of the lime pulp dry.

Sip, suck, stay, rely

On, in

This.

Drop an anchor.

That moment of time…

Remember the breeze you’d feel every night,

This time.