Troubles

I think I dream in bits and pieces

piecing together bits of my pasts

and pieces of my selves and all

of these come crawling back to me

but I don't remember any of them.

I just get headaches on extra-tired

nights, and don't sleep because

I feel there are more important

things to be done. How did we do

this? How did we make it? How

did we suddenly up end as a great

love story, maybe the greatest

I have ever written and I have

written many in my head. I will

somehow try to not ever make

sense of any of it and leave it

that way until sun sets and I can

write about it again, in metaphor

and simile because I can't think

in anything else and you told me

that. You told me all of these

words and they somehow all

make sense and they are all

right and all are keeping me

going right now, when there

is something tough in my brain,

that won't go away, that won't

go away, that won't go away.

And I don't want to sleep

because there are more im-

portant things that need saying

and all of these things and all

of my selves and all of my pasts

I think are screaming at me

in these insomniac forays

to listen and write them

but don't listen and live them.