its impressionistic because 1) sleep and dreams; 2) i'm feeling in the key of e minor

came home after work, 5 -11.

no better way to fall asleep,

than the way i am doing now,

which is cold tea,

sore sore bones and muscles,

and a chance to say goodnight,

and have the honour to be told goodnight,

among other clouds whereupon the moon may shine,

(almost naturally typed shit instead of shine,

and there, almost typed sine - ugh math)

but thank you,

you make my dreams,

the best ones,

and the even better ones, real.

note to krysta: metal strip in locker.

goodnight once again all of em,

and i remember the kitten,

who makes me fall asleep like i do.