my bed lies empty.
i try to sleep.
my mind wrestles, a crash dummy
on repeat,
no seat belt,
no smile,
an ironic, useless helmet.
my bed lies empty.
i try to sleep.
outside the great winds bend
and wrestle
blowing useless ghosts
to africa, beyond.
elsewhere, my friends invent fictitious rivers
with photographs on facebook
yangtze, amazon, mississippi,
the wrong memories are deleted.
(we will be happy that we were happy once).
my mind lies, empty.
i try to sleep.