My neck’s knot has a tentacle that slithers along my spine
Each step taken sends it coiling about, digging into flesh and bone
Turning to an iron grip that brings me near to tears
Eyes close with a shuddered whimper as focus sets in
The rise of steam, the pummel of hot water as it coaxes
Soothing the sore, the tension to a higher state of relaxation
Just breathe, slow breaths
In through nose, out through mouth
And take in the clean scent of soap
Turn about and hold your breath
To let the deluge fall over your face
And shiver to the cold in back
For a moment a mother’s daughter
Laments at cluster of an adult break out
Clean and Clear then brush your teeth
Before smiling with wistfulness
Fond memory of an old scent
Madrinha used…uses? This lotion and now I do too
My bed harkens me to join it
To find solace and slumber
And the lavender field.
Please let me sleep
Not let it be
A question of not knowing
Do I dream too vivid?
Or lay and imagine
These things so weird
An old apartment building
Left instead of right
To want what is nearly the same
Heathens to the right
Animals down below
Gum as graffiti all on the wall
The dark is warmer than before
But do I sleep or lay awake?
And if I dream, why do I dream
Of cartoon bears that suddenly speak French.
Oh how and why did I understand?
