terrestrial

i spent some time on that ground
looking up
looking at you at you play the nintendo
it was one of those times
when i shot a string from my face
and hoped for a latch on to you up there
before long tug it back in into to my head
where'd we would sift through smoke
and stories of how we're afraid of all strange noises
so i stayed there and laid there looking up
being a child looking up to those who feed him

i was hoping they'd all leave they who were loud
but they didn't
did you want them to leave?
i saw a face in the window and told you about it
it was warm inside
i wanted to touch your hair put it btwn your lips
it was cold outside
on the lonely drive home handling the curves of earth
i wanted to
look up at you
again

cold.

today i'm standing.

Kid Lesson #3

Just wink with one eye....not your whole face.

Kid Lesson #2

Don't pick another persons scabs...

I woke up quick from sleep in the middle of night. It was sort of light in my room.
I reached for my water, but forgot the cup was empty. I get so thirsty in my sleep.
My dreams only get worse these days, since I've been living like this.
Last night I dreamt of many squirells stealing our peanuts. Really, I was secretly throwing
them, stealing from our collective pile. No one seemed to notice.
When it came time to shack up in our cabins, no one wanted to stay in mine.
You told me that I had to stay in the one with a ghost in it. I walked up the spiral staircase, and yes, everything was made of wood, except the windows. They were a yellowish kind of glass.

I looked around my cabin and strange spots of light moved in quick, darting motions across the room. It wasn't so bad. Wasn't scared. Not really.
When I woke up a second time, I reached for my cup again. "Aw, damnit" outloud.
My mom told me, the other day, she always wrapped me up tight in swaddling clothes when I was a baby. She said, "I wrapped you up tight like a little burrito."
I'm glad she did.