i dried the dream with my off shirt
wet w electric blanket sweat
tossing then the humiliated wad
and in the dark a.m. strangled sleeplessness
thru slugfilm patches until she was silent
by dusk
i'd had no other dreams
today the norm was senseless
and despite cursed money
provided nothing
i stocked pens, cock twitching
and ate in a taqueria overflowing with mothers
in a blurry tangle i started
counting my little life in hours
before that perhaps i had a child
's naive and beauti
ful sense of hunger