not the best one
this sinking
toward sleep,
shuffling to-
ward the door-
way to dream-
land.....
drifting...
...drift-
ing...
it has
been
the
most
diffi-
cult
day
ever en-
countered.
and then
that des-
parate
scream
again.
there
are
words.
you
grab hold
and are
jerked
out of
the
drift
and into
the light
(you’ve
left the
light
on);
the
screams?
then. it
comes to
you. fol-
lowed by a
second jolt
(only moments
ago you were
at the doorway
to dreams), the
voice,
the voice...
is mine?
and there
were words.
the words.
the only
ones re-
called, but
swiftly, were
chilli relleño.
yes,
today
was
like
that.
