20 January 2011

Brothers

Elder brother’s lullaby is keeping me awake.
When he stops singing,
younger brother’s weeping bleeds through the wall our bedrooms share.
It’s a nightmare
wrought in time, lost,
wasted in day-dreaming.
Terror never felt so pleasing.
A moment’s conquest comes at the long term cost.
Dear God, let me never dream, for younger brother’s sake.


13 January 2011

when i say

when i say i need you to come with me all i mean is walk next to me and tell me about something that happened to your friend once, please, while i look for butter in the store so i can go home and be alone and make cupcakes and when i say i need to be alone all i mean is it takes four hours or so in a dark quiet room before i am awake and can enjoy the life i’d been living before in all that time i wasn’t alone and delight in plans for future times when i am again not alone but please if it’s after nine and i call you it’s urgent that i not be alone right then but don’t worry because all i mean by that is just say some things to me while i dehydrate myself to sleep and all i mean by that is, look, i just cry a lot, it’s okay, i always will, probably, so just tell me about what you ate that day or who you saw or if you got anything interesting in the mail today and don’t worry too much because crying is what i do when, whenever, but please when i say i need you to sit with me please sit down next to me and be patient still like you have been on occasions before because that’s all i really am asking for when i say i need you to sit with me, again, in the same way, when i am in need.