Go back to sleep

Wish for a wilderness without predators

In the thicket down by the old drain
Where cicadas hum and the busted spray paint cans rust

Wish us a shelter from the gasoline rain
Wish us a safe harbor when the waves cap white on the bay

Our childhood came to pick us up from the county jail

Come and bail us out!

Those last few days, they make perfect sense
Confessions you could never confess, confessions

I can't repeat-- I can't repeat

They are not my words You were not alone
They are in the bay with your ashes

(Go back to sleep)

I wish cicadas clung to street lamps instead of your throat