when I sleep
I sleep quietly
never saying a word
infinite gestures expound me

in my dreams
I dream grimacing
i am running
fleeing from herds

gentle hands run silently
on cement skin and ashes
while bones slowly shudder
in a mass of abashedness

I will lie here until you can’t
I will wait here until you leave

can you do me a favor?
can you shut the door?

-Sheila Sea