ISSUE: Winter 2004
Sleep, shelter me.
Shuffle
me back into the deck
where I belong—
Sing no shout
your favorite song
until I fall
into your empty arms.
Let me be what
dust has to be, settling
over everything
& I promise to dream
of new houses & old
loves no longer. I swear,
sweet sleep,
I will summon no one
if you make me
again mine.