bedtime story.

and in 40 years i'll learn to take,

and in 40 years i'll surely break

from all the things unseen, unsaid

pills taken with my daily bread

love like water,

see-through and thin

thoughts of tomorrow

chintzy, like

tin

pictures lost in the cream-colored walls

the color long lost and surely now

gone

and i will continue to put up these clippings

until you find me

lost, and still

tripping