by Owen Sutcliffe
I think of you occasionally
In your widest of worlds:
Kick your soft feet light sleeper
Raft bumping against the glass
Like a sad tiger
Wriggling into the dark
Until tomorrow.
I know you watch your walls breathe and spit red like dragons
perfecting your fort, your fourth
The sounds at dawn suck themselves through you and
are creatures scraping between your ears as clocks
Kick your soft feet light sleeper
Bandaged novels won’t stay watertight but authors might and yours is the good ship persevere
Kick your soft feet light sleeper
If you’re not mistaken they’ve mistaken this change for rest
killing insects with books and shoes in blueish hue
How fun it isn’t to envy all the lucky ones plucky doves
At cooler pillows drinking in the dream at will don’t shoot them though with your arrows from the apple branches they itch in their own way
Kick your soft feet light sleeper your raft’s a keeper
