because when I wake to pee,
I also need a good laugh.
My knees are asleep,
along with my needs,
and my heart
has no idea where it is.
This railroad apartment
is just a layover,
not love.
Sacramento is good,
but she deserves better
than my bullshit
and boogers.
Tomorrow I will go
south to the zoo,
and live there with the giraffes.