dream

oh shit
is what he said
which woke me up.
he was the big spoon;
an act with no inherent shittiness
but coupled with the fact
he didn't wanna hang out 2day
and we were sleeping on mommy's bed
and we could hear mommy-footfalls,
pretty weird.
i was still paralyzed with sleep
but i squeezed his hand
to reassure him
or urge him to run away(?)
and my hand curled upon itself
and i went on to dream a dream of shit.