My pajamas are
a Surface Noise shirt,
and black boxer briefs,
a belly full of cookies.
Laughter is the best way
to slip into slumber;
Laughter is the best way
to remember.
After a helluva a Sunday,
full of writing and regrets,
I slip into cool cotton sheets,
with a mission of seamless dreams.
I want to be rested tomorrow
and in a good mood.
I want to wake and smile immediately,
make coffee and conduct myself in a certain way.
With unflagging fervor,
I don't want to think of her
or the past, or even the future,
but just exist.
I am falling asleep
to old episodes of Brooklyn99,
laughing and crying,
happy to be alive.