- 'A Sleepover with a friend'
She sleeps
facing the window.
One knee curled,
one hand open—
as if holding
a conversation
with the night.
I lie still,
listening
to her breathing
like a tide
I never want to leave.
In the morning
The sky was gray.
You said nothing.
I still call it
a conversation.
I Laid on the grass.
You laid beside me.
I couldn't breathe
I wouldn't cross your mind.
Not like that.
But you do mine.
You always do.
How could you not?










