Gary Jules - Wichita

i am laying on the bed... on my left side...on the hip that doesn't hurt..the light is streaming through the cracks of the shade casting pools of butterscotch across my frame.

and i am just telling you my thoughts...like we were in my front room..if i was home.

i would make you hot tea and we would share our stories...

like how i want to see the stars on top of a car in North Dakota...

i would lay on the hood in the middle of nowhere

my fear would be gone...of everything and everyone

i would sleep there..it would be Summer...
and when i woke..the birds would sing me hello

and i would smile the sad smile you are so accustomed to

my thoughts

nita