Fact Is Dreams Come If You Are Tired Enough
to say yes. I believed as a child.
Meaning I feared. Or I loved.
Or stood in the sun braced for those
stupid photos—Easter, Christmas, Fourth of July.
Redact, redact, erase, cross out, tear it up,
let the wind take it. And wind
showers down embers.
That’s sleep, isn’t it? So many