Abora

i think of you every time i have a night terror

2/18/19 1:27 AM

 

it’s hard to sleep with a five hundred pound dog

sitting on your chest

mauling your face

and slobbering into the wounds

 

and it’s even worse when you rip away

from fond dream fantasies

or deserved night terrors

to find the dog slumbering easily

 

i used to run errands

to the post office mailing

love letters to people

who i’m not sure existed

or even wanted to

at least in writing

 

and now the snow falls

i drift with it right in the way

of any traffic meant to go out

lest you actually shovel it

 

sometimes i’ll dream that i have enough whiskey to kill an elephant

so i find one who

is as miserable as i am

we both drink until he dies

and like edison

i learn nothing

 

 

Comments1

  • sylviasearcher

    This piece made me feel a familiar pain, if it existed at all.

    Good write 🌟



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