Monday, April 12, 1999

Sleepless

I've become dependent on drugs because of this chinese water torture
There is a constant drip from the faucet and a leak in the ceiling
I stay awake at night fighting uncomfortable stillness as not to wake him
He doesn't believe in insomnia and rarely believes in me
The plunk continuous in the bottom of the bucket draws my mind from his scrutiny though
As I lay motionless, his arms stifle my movement
As I ponder calculus homework, his eyes stifle my thought
The falling water drops keep me company less selfishly than him
I look forward to a glass of water, two capsules and the familiar drip
I long for sleep that will not visit my body because of racing thought and his grip
He keeps the apartment cold so I am dependent on his warmth
Maybe he knows that my dependence goes no further than the drugs when he rolls over
Away from his problems, away from his fears, away from the faucet, away from me
April 12, 1999

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