the dark is just another thing I can slip into

something more comfortable

the dark is a sexy reptile

I want to do this right

I want to do it here

in thirty years I look back on the poem I read with the most care

I say yes                every poem since then was about The Death

I would like to broker a deal with sleep

the drift/sleep/wake                reckoning trinity

I feel like how adults thought I felt when I was a child

the prospect of cleaning a grimy window is growing more appealing

a grimy window in an abandoned house is nothing short of a treat