Cockroach Dreams
. With your quiet breathing on a still nightI wait under the bed for the crumbs of dreams Rolling under skirting boardsIn the cracks of the Wainscoting I feast in these locationsHiding from the vacuum of night thoughts Wetting pants at school with laughing pointing fingersA first kiss remembered These dreams I eat like meatloafSavory lips smacking on technicolor The ragged edges you discardI roll into a ball like a dung beetle I clean the residue so the waking dayWill never taste like regret