not missing any work

sweetness, we're falling asleep now.
are you coming to bed? are you coming--
so now we're in your window,
eyeing the cake your mother made
frosting flowers all across the top, and if
i could just get out--if you would let me out--
i would run across them,
make them as real as your smile.
while you hold the cause of the pills i haven't
been prescribed yet above my head.
straighten out your sheets, because no mother would approve of what we just did.
will you remember what we just did?
did you come to bed yet? did you come--
you've made your bed
now we're both going to sleep in it.
like the crow that hit your windw
and yours
and yours
and yours.
(tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...)
we're running away from one margin but only getting
closer to the next,
and i'm dotting my eyes and crossing my tees
so that you may do whatever you please.
don't tease
(and soon the lease
on our relationship will be up;

you can leave.)