Long Day

 

You are empty covers,

Your pages torn on thorns

As you melt into a bed

You are afraid of touching

Lest sleep kidnaps you

Before eloping becomes romantic.

Look down at your hands then.

See the creases you worked into

Their gelatin embroidery today.

Will you buy erasers with all those coins?

You don't care to think.

Your body is treason and fire,

And your mind is a building

Built without mortar;

Your stones keep falling

Long after storms fell into them.

Submit yourself to codified rituals now --

Muffle your ears in white rhythms,

Fall back on well-funded pillows,

Watch some dry comedy and

Laugh yourself into believing you have won the day.