week fortyseven: 9/28/16

9/28/16

you wake up with lines on your cheeks
leave another anxious dream
you pull the blanket up off the floor
lying back to sleep a little more

she leaves you when the morning comes
she needs you when the work is done

on sunday she asks you to walk
through pitch pine and glacial walls
she’s in the water ankle deep
singing for the sleeping geese

she leaves you when the morning comes
she needs you when the work is done

you’re sitting at your desk in the attic
bleary eyed and weary of your habits
sometimes you see past the screen
sometimes you don’t see a thing

she leaves you when the morning comes
she needs you when the work is done

this life you know is nothingness
this life you know is all there is

on sunday she takes you to the beach
cold water shakes her to her knees
she says this is like a dream
you understand she means everything

she leaves you when the morning comes
she needs you when the work is done

this life you know is nothingness
this life you know is all there is