Inside me there are all these untied ends
all these
unfinished people
half dolls and half loves
I lament over the tinny smell of regret
the furrowed brow of open sky
wants me to smile at sunshine
But instead, I lose the memory
of the blanket rising and falling with breath
not mine, the designs of mix matched sheets
rushing alongside each other like waves
no, wait, we had sheet sets
blue satin, and another, maroon flannel
but the ones I have now do not belong together
if I longed to fill this bed,
I'd be wrong again,
so I stare at the bookshelf
knowing I'd had too much iced tea
than normal dreams allow