bri

later, when you’re pretty sure everyone else is sleeping

when you think about the rings of a redwood

that pancho villa looked at the same moon

you think about his fist on your chest

how easy he did that

later, when you think that even pretty things need their rest

when you think about the places in a place

the bathroom where the smoke gets blown out the window

the shelf where val kilmer used to sit

the heater in the hallway

a bed you sleep in sometimes

and a spot on the cold kitchen floor where you laid down for an hour