Under the blanket
In the heaviest weight of the sleepless night I pull this curtain of a blanket. Over my head, tucked tight. Because under this fabric I’m finally alone. No obligation. No plan. Here I can stare at the shadow of colors. Bleed my worn eyes, deny it of the little sleep it yearns. I can be whoever I want to be. I can dream the dreams I’ve neglected. I can be happy again. Until my lungs get the better of me.











