deep in sleep when the fear is
quelled and absurdity obliterated
I’ll be speaking to you in an
unstable part of the dream to find
out what your death is really like
if you can still recall my breath
on your thighs now imparted
through endoscopic dust or if you
would just like to go out drinking
riding around in memory of when
life meant nothing and we didn’t
care if we ever woke up