the mighty rio grande.


i bought an extra pillow the other day
because i can't sleep unless I'm clutching

something

i tuck the blankets under my chin and cross my arms
as if i'm about to plunge down a water slide
the kind that i hated as a child
because i forgot to cover my mouth
and felt as if i were being flushed down a toilet
which is sometimes what sleep is like
and sometimes what waking is like too

there is more to the pillow
it yields to an embrace
but only so far
before there's nothing left to squeeze
and your arms are sore in the morning

but the alternative is







maybe i should head to texas