I'm in the living room. Sad violins.
The bellow of the night train.
Late October. Crack in the window.
I'm up thinking it through again.

Sex. Sleepiness. Sadness. Trust.
Terrible. Undiscussed.
You asked what I was thinking
I said, dear, go back to sleeping, go back.
Back. Go.

Oh love, Come from the bed!
Say, “Lady, lay down instead.”
Tell me your body calls for my weight
Your eyes look and look till they rest on my face
Tell me I'm gone and you're lying awake
You're willing me back; it's not the same.
The same.

3:33. Chilly feet.
Don't go with my good hard think.

I'm in the living room. Sad violins.
The bellow of the night train.
Late October. Crack in the window.
I'm up thinking it through again.