Instead of ripping the covers off of it,
Shaking it violently,
And forcing cold breakfast down its throat,
I wish they would carefully wake a sleeping poem
And ask it gentle questions
Before its dreams are forgotten
Sleep by *Marian-ette
I love this.
I think I’m a little bit tired of the chase.
(and then I had a ton of other stuff written out but it started to get metaphorical
so I’ll just write a poem instead)