There’s nothing on the other side
Of this slice of pie
Just like the dress you want to buy
Began with nothing and
The slim bottle of cool white whine
Is a bridge between
Nothing and nothing
Now he comes with doe eyes and hard hands
To give you everything
For two hours in the afternoon
Stolen
From nothing
And when he’s standing in the shower
You’re awake on the bed
With nothing
The next afternoon’s daydream
Will be a nice break from nothing
The trip you’re planning to someplace hot
Will be a respite from nothing
And now there is a plate of warm food and a television show
To take you somewhere until it’s time for bed
Your body still needs its animal sleep
That’s something, you think
Some day we will have cheated death and that thief of hours, sleep, you think.
Won’t that be something?
6/5/19
