Its been a long time since I was
in the woods and freezing saying
yes that whinny
is a little owl. My eyes ran with tears
from the cold. Its been a long time
since my mind
and hope went
cold and I wanted to go down to the cold basement and
find a hiding spot and wrap all up in a
sleeping bag and
not exist and wait to be found days later
cold dead and free.
Its been a long time since I
thought I knew stone cold what is what and
how its all going to be.
Its been a long time since I locked the door
laid down on the cold tile to sleep and
dream about better times.
These are better times. My head was on the floor
in the cold and dark, my
head was in your lap
a long time ago. My head was on
my pillow neutrally and I heard the
whinny, the little owl, I was
slapped awake and my face was burning,
my head exploding. Its
not a dream I am
dead I am free and I don't need a lap anymore.
