I woke up
an accident to be arranged.
folded in-between the creases of your drowsy new sheets
a sleepy stranger slumbering in hollow bedrooms.
next to unfamiliar faces and turbulent dreams
my mind spun nightmares, my first since age six
and once upon a time, I ran from the monsters of my own machinations (and they leave, they all leave)
I awaken after (four,
five if I’m lucky)
revolutions of your fingertips
(and here I am, alone and behind after being
used to this) (I woke up this morning next to someone I don’t know) and found myself on the mattress alone
— written in my last days in california (try 1), february 12th?, 2012 —
previously: february 22nd, 2012
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