four

I had that dream again
last night,
where my front tooth is
reduced to a stump, and
the fragments are lodged like quartz
in my strawberry chewing gum.
I'm wide awake
by the window and
the light outside is
that shade of blue we can't pronounce.
I get the fever to leave
this city sometimes
with just the clothes on my back
and come home to you,
but I find myself
just sitting here
listening to the antagonistic hum
of traffic and drunkards
on the street below.


I've been awake too long
and I hear their staccato
shouting, but
I'm too weary to care.