A self portrait like a dream
with effigies and memories
sifting through racks in my mind.
In the summer, where dreams collide
or wait uselessly at the bus-stop
or in a restaurant
or making a living on the streets
I glide, screening out of multi layers
of onion skin.
Like the blackness, the unwavering pitch
of the night I wait for the sunrise to come.
Insomnia is my need for the moment,
my request to remember a lifetime
in these moments.
I shuffle through my past
all night
and fall asleep in the morning
when the sun spills laughter
and her light climbs up the walls.