I want to sleep forever
And I think in horror
Tomorrow will be a morning
Where I’ll appear at the bathroom
Mirror to brush my teeth
I’ll make all necessary movements
I’ll push my hand to that way
And this way, until I’m tired
Until I want to sleep forever
And things go dark again and
I wonder what the point was of
That in-between place, where I’d been tasked
For no apparent reason to wash and rewash
And know and recall
Every little part of myself
I must be suburban dog
And slumber is stick
And devil owner
And his will forbade
 dog from ever holding on