I slept until three p.m.
Because I could-no usual m.o.
In the pac NW 7 a.m., 3 p.m., and nine p.m. all
Look the same
Waking from dreams to remember
This is the one from which you do not know how to wake.
I imagine the world can
See and know what my mind holds
In that state.
Like there is nothing to doubt
Nothing to fear.
The cat slept on my feet.
They were not cold.
The gray summer sky
Resembles the colors of your silent eyes.
I slept by scraps I scrawled for you.
I slept by a bit of wrapping paper from a gift
Half a year old.
Oh howl, you make me sentimental.
To ask for what you hope
And to wait.
As hard as crying non-sad tears must appear to observers.
The sea is soft today.
But, í can always find a reason to smile.
I.e. “cheesecloth”
Sobriquet que ridiculoso.
WrittenCasey 