There's a fawn with brown eyes. A broken hoof from Brooklyn stars. A summer night. . I dreamt I learned how not to speak. Let go of words. Let go of her to let her be.
When you wake up on your face on the bedroom carpet. Count back all the ways that you ended up there. You can't remember someone else's story. You can't remember that you don't feel sorry.
Half of all our lives are spent. Encouraged by embarrassment. We hold our heads. And stay asleep and cannot hear. In case nobody called. . We'll follow the prim ones.