january is sleep and death and dream
i travel to sad, snack on terror,
wash on ruins
everything talks but only the trees
listen
they keep their secrets
each day i count the seconds of extra
sun
it is cloudy most days
i dream and sleep and die
where are the schools?
not the analysts, pills, doulas,
degrees
but the classes of dying dreaming sleeping?
there – the trees, they are dying
the sun it is dreaming
the earth it is sleeping
let me learn from them
can i reach them? can i see them? can i
touch them?
they are here, in my body
in my deaths and dreams and sleeps
