Ten till five.
Woke up,
Had a dream,
Bit of sweat just below heavy breasts
My girls
For I had two, only one I could name,
Looked at me like some kind of thing,
Not sure what to do.
The somber night slipped by slowly
It was a birthday perhaps, for the oldest.
They were chubby things maybe seven and six.
Their hair golden like mine.
I turned to you later,
You folded me in strong tall arms
And I breathed deep the cool clean smell of you.

Woke up
In sadness, my old phone flashing,
The battery going dead.

Some things
I think
May need to happen
Within the infinite possibilities.

Five a.m., going back to sleep.