I'd like to write a poem today
from the comfort of my bed sheets
with tea and a dog and all the little stars
I've chosen for myself.
Let me begin with an amendment
for what you think will come now
has already passed
I am already asleep.
The wave has eaten me up
like a bowl of jello
like Pavlov's parakeet
the ambience I collect is dimming.
You won't accept me because it's your choice
and you choose what you know.