From the Archives...
To My Friend the Narcoleptic Lover
Your body crushed on the couch
His hands on her waist
Your soft cheek gaining wrinkles from folded covers
His jokes going spotlight over your friends’ faces
Your rhythmic breath between your parted lips
He’s walking the bar with two beers in hand
Your kinked neck
He’s smelling her hair
You told me between naps, you can’t imagine
a life without him. You, like so many of us,
convince yourself with dreams.