Why I Don’t Answer Before 4pm

March 17, 2008 at 2:49 am | In poetry | 1 Comment

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I sleep
until the sun goes down
because I’d rather spend my time
in dreams
where I embrace dead relatives and pets,
where I have the ability to fly.

Each time I wake up
and rearrange the pillows,
I rearrange the facts
and return to my private world.
How could rush hour
and laundry
compare to such a thing?
How could liars
and cowards
make for better company?
Everything is as it should be
a happily ever after
looped infinitely.

It’s my own fairytale,
where I make believe
we dance at a party.
Where the prettiest jewel
in your heart
is me.

Why would I ever want
to wake up
in a world where you’ve forgotten
my name?

1 Comment

  1. So glad you’re back. :)

    Comment by Jenn — March 18, 2008 #


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