Fourth Poem

 
I coax sleep into his small body

Sitting on the floor next to his bed

Sometimes it feels like witchcraft

The rain sounds like the ocean

I dreamed you texted me a clown face

My subconscious sends emojis

Dissatisfaction is like bland food

I keep eating to be polite

The moon is in Taurus

Where did I put the part of me 

That once ran through gardens

In neighborhoods I didn't live in

Dreaming, trespassing, hungry

Sometimes my baby takes my face

In his hands and says "You happy?"

I deleted this line

I delete whole conversations that embarrass me

I take a picture of the sky in May

Trying to remember without writing it down

In December I take another, it's enough

What was blooming is turning now, dust to dust

How can blue be such different temperatures

You send me a picture of rocks

I send you one of my hand 

Hoping you'll ask for more, you don't

It never happened trash can

Blue check, select all, so neat

I'll sing along to songs from fifteen years ago

I'll fill the sink

I might read something first I might

Eat in bed, I'll dull the blade, I'll close the drawer

There's a whole new year to fill 

There's miles to go, the woods dark

And lovely, sleep