There’s nothing on the other side
Of this slice of pie
Just like the dress you want to buy
Began with nothing and
That slim bottle of cool white wine
Is a bridge between
Nothing and nothing
Now he arrives with doe eyes and hard hands
To be your everything
For an afternoon
You stole from nothing
And when he’s standing in the shower
You can wait on the wrinkled bed
A skin full of nothing
The next afternoon’s day dream will be a nice break from nothing
The trip you’re planning to a warmer place
Will be a relief from nothing
At the end of the day there is a plate of warm food and a television show
To take you somewhere until it’s time for bed
Your body needs its animal sleep
That’s something, you think
Someday we will have cheated death and that thief of hours, sleep, you think.
Won’t that be something?
