going/sleep/sisters

a triad of nonsleep thought



i needed to be		that person who leaves

insomnia and insanity have many letters in common

sister summer was a very sad story



i just had to be	that person who leaves

weary recollection: tears sailing down boys’ shirts

everyone liked april better (she kissed me in the bathroom)



i had no choice but to be	that person who leaves

to lay in bed for hours hoping

men thought her beautiful as monday night football



i was obliged to be		that person who elaves

unable to break out of consciousness-prison

summer wilted under april’s bloom.