Who will
come to get me
In this bed?
If knowing me was
Knowing enough and
Delivery
was at the
Push of a button
I’m only good for
Sleep tonight
That isn’t
unusual
If I promise to be
Nimble in the morning,
Who will help me sleep
And
not ask about my dreams
That I hardly remember,
Avoid being slovenly,
Abrasive
or nervous,
But sleep as if teaching
The bed what it should
Look like
Until
they let us
Go home again
And pretend not a
Body ever floated down
Our
driveways and
Past the grocery store,
That our teacher didn’t
Die in
her attic with
Her newborn,
All the stores weren’t
Plundered and schools
Weren’t
full of mold,
1,000 didn’t die because
We can still
Sleep like people
in
Share a bed and never
Think
of the same thing
Because what would
Be the point or prize
Need my breath
to
Fall in sync with another’s
Someone who knows what
We really lost
And
needs the rest
Just as much as I.
Three Weeks and One Day
