the bed was soft and foreign
a friend's bed.
with big pillows that wrapped around my head
under the covers I pushed my legs to the end
I stared at the moon as it smiled
stars flickered on
the moon crept off.
I dreamed about you last night
and its been a long time
I don't think of you often, ever.
I don't remember what happened
I don't know anything about you
not anymore.
I also dreamed about you.
you made me an oil painting
and sent it in the mail, still wet.
bleak yellow houses on the shore
and a rock with a strange animal on it.
you had trouble recreating a seal.
etched in the oily sky
you told me you weren't coming.
that's fine.
I think of you often, always.
still I dreamed about me
I can't stop thinking about me.
lift head
move arms
curl toes
it's best for me to do the thinking here.
its strange occupying other's beds.
I'm not sure I know how to sleep in them.