swimming outside the rim of sleep,
head near the undertow of the tides of dream-
thinking of our words in circles
pencil acting as a catheter
of my worry,
I’ve been puking into my journal,
I’ve been barking up the wrong tree,
I’ve been in a cave
with a broken lantern-
and the water’s been around my knees.
I’m all teeth, hair and eyes.
I’ve known well the-
but I’m still wanting it dressed up-
I asked you to put a happy mask on it
but you said
“I cant pretend,”