Sleep is coming.
Climb the ladder up into bed;
The bed up on stilts.
Key lime pie and coffee,
The sugar overrides everything.
A couple bubbles float to the surface
And it makes me think of a truck stop
And the taste of soap.
I have no idea what romance is
But I know how to set a trap.
The smell of chlorine,
Of public pools,
Hovers down humid hallways
That lead into the planetarium.
Once inside, we look and look and look
For the guy with the night vision goggles
That are teachers forewarned us about
But saw nothing / found no one.
We pulled our pants down
There in the dark and wondered
‘What went wrong?’
If in fact anything was wrong
Or perhaps it was and, very much, still is
Just the confusion that rides side saddle
Along with rebirth.