Don't sleep

my tongue was tied to the god that died on the last night of December 2005.

out with the old, in with the new. i always knew it would happen one day.

and when i settled, when i sat down and decided to live rather than love, and sleep rather than shove straight through the night ‘till there was no more to give, that’s when he died, and she moved in. that’s when i died and let the mud dry my skin.

i am an Indian reservation living casino to casino does she know?

how could she? how could he? where is he? ask. ask. ask. ask. ask. don’t sleep.