full of sleep, remember me
when you are dumpstered for good.
When on the garbage heap full of GI Joe's
memories, remember me and my sleeping
on you. Throughout the night
think of my cloistered eyes:
I dreamt on you
of her whose couch you reluctantly were,
and drooled.
Foolish and full of sleep,
you the sofa kept me
safe.
She smiled at me. I smiled, mumbled;
twitched awake.
I regret everything I ever forgot to say.
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