clean up special

I've been cleaning out my office space instead of writing, in celebration of that I thought I would reach into one of these two huge file folders filled with poetry and share one from 1996:

And drowsy
wishing for that
half sleep
I wait for what will come
to take me away
as I know
the two hours I slept last night
in someone else's arms
were not enough
and can never replace
all the hours I could spend
wrapped in my sheets
like mythology
in my own world
never knowing who I am
or caring
because there I can fly.