sleep

Trace me a girl,
necklace thin draperies of pretend.
I close my eyes so the fuss over me
will drown like the day into sleep.
I don't sleep anymore.
My bed is mishapen after him.
It tells me the end without the story.
At this time of night I hold my breath,
for the coming sun is a wave
that I can't catch anymore.
I don't mind being thrashed like this--
it's the calm the stirrs me.
The waking up.