picking up the “phone” i say, hunny,
i’m awake, are you? with your eyes, you say
close those holes in your
nice little head. but i say
i don’t
care to sleep. we are
being so quiet for
a while. and a little while longer. is this
sustainable? i don’t
know, you say into my
ears. reading my mind. as always, you are
the template of perfection. and i sleep.
