Tuesday, February 7, 2012

across the room

2 am
slumber trucks moan
white wash sprinkles
and lands on me like
lazy snowflakes

on the next bed
sleeps a girl
she came to me
two weeks ago.

her gentle breathing
is tense
she could be dreaming
perhaps

but sitting across the room
at 2 am
i am searching for a way
to find out.