without you?
(It's actually
hard to imagine
without being
forced to.)
I wonder:
are you always
so sure of yourself? Or
is it just that, when compared
with my thoughts, yours
know better? (At least,
so you somehow manage
to assert
without a word.)
And how do you
sleep at night, o
monkey on my back? (I mean,
aren't you afraid
I might, some day,
roll over?) More importantly,
how do I sleep either
without those
ceaseless reminders
for six or seven dark hours
who I am—why
I matter?
